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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CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
If Kizzie could count, she would count the minutes Tommy was gone for.
Instead, she needed to rely on Ozzy. And so far, Tommy was gone for a whole month. With no news on when he'd be ready to come home.
Kizzie half-wondered, when trying to sleep at night, if Tommy died and no one was ready to tell her. Whispers among the maids and her brothers were that he hurt his head. But Kizzie knew this. The fuzziness behind her eye and the migraines lessened only a little over the month's time.
Kizzie also assumed that it was the priest who hurt him. For this Russian business Tommy got himself involved in.
"Little bird?"
Alfie placed a hand over hers. The doctor had just left. The man came to check in on Alfie's skin. The new medication was working...but Kizzie did not have the reaction he was anticipating.
She bore an insincere smile at the news.
"Hello."
"Is something the matter?" Had it been something he did? He feared this was the end of them. One month of pure bliss finished. He said he could let her go, but now he was not so sure. A hole would remain in his chest at her absence, that he knew. A void of absolute nothing. Not unlike his life in the war before she came to him.
Her eyes found his. "What have you heard about my brother?"
A surprised sound left Alfie's throat. "What has he gotten himself into now?"
"So, you know nothing?"
Alfie pressed his forehead to hers. "Little bird, if I knew anything about why you were so sad right now, I would tell it to you. And I would make it right."
"He is in the hospital. And my family won't let me see him."
"How did he end up there?"
Kizzie feathered her fingers over Alfie's eye bone. "Broken."
He leaned into her touch. "Ouch."
Kizzie nodded and felt her bottom lip wobble. Alfie knew how to match her words--her energy. No one, not even Tommy most days, was able to do that so well.
Alfie collected her into his arms. Rocked her while she sobbed. His heart broke. "Can I help?"
"Not really," she mumbled into his chest. Kizzie did not want to involve Alfie in the Russian and priest issues. Lest he get hurt. And she would never reveal her history with Father Hughes, for fear that Alfie would be hurt--killed, even--for vengeance. Kizzie did not want vengeance. She just wanted the memories to go away.
