As the youngest Shelby child and twin to Finn Shelby, Kezia has spent the last 4 of her 10 years locked away for her mental defectiveness.
She returns to Small Heath under the legal guardianship of her brother, Thomas Shelby. Despite knowing she's s...
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In other news, I just finished writing my 3rd book. I think I may want to publish it here to get some feedback and any interest. It's a YA fantasy about a young witch who must sacrifice her life to stop an apocalypse that her twin siblings caused. I submitted it to a contest, so I would need to wait until mid-April to put it up, just in case I get selected.
Let me know here if anyone would be interested in reading. 🖤🥰💀🧟♀️
CHAPTER SIXTY
"Was he angry?"
"A bit," Kizzie said, returning to her dining room chair.
Linda pressed further. "Did he say anything to make you frightened?"
"No. He was mad at you, not me."
Linda smiled. "Thank you for your honesty, Kizzie."
"Okay."
The front door suddenly opened. Kizzie hadn't heard the car's engine approaching. Her mind felt scattered, like broken glass on tile. But she was not ready to go home. Going home meant delivering a letter she did not want any part of. She looked outside again at the two Peaky cars stationed across the street.
"Arthur," Linda greeted. She rushed over to him to help remove his coat. The smile on her face never waned.
The more Kizzie was around them, the more she wanted what they had: a life, a love, a house, and each other. The house was warm. All the colors were welcoming. Despite all the crosses and confusing Bible quotes.
"Kizzie," Linda said. She turned to the young girl with a nod. "I need Arthur's help with something upstairs. Feel free to help yourself to more food."
"Okay."
Arthur approached his baby sister with hesitant steps, ignoring Linda's gentle hand. He needed to make sure Kizzie was well. That whatever had Tommy worried to death over was for nothing. But Arthur was never as skilled as Tommy was when being able to discern Kizzie. A million thoughts were always racing through her head. How was he to know if they were good or bad?
"Kizzie girl," he greeted with a kiss to her scalp, soft like he was talking to a baby. He hunched down, to be even with her. "I'll come back to eat with you soon. You can tell me all about your day, yeah?"
"Okay."
"Okay," he repeated, with a relieved smile. Arthur stood to his full height. "Good, good."
Arthur followed his wife upstairs. He was grateful. He did not want to reprimand the woman somewhere Kizzie could hear. But before he could begin his tyrant about not going to anymore dangerous protests, Linda spoke, faster than she ever had before.
