She moved across the kitchen in a tired shuffle, her head bowed, shoulders drooping. The beige dressing gown she wore looked new, much like all her other clothing, but she carried premature old age as she moved. Kane smiled sombrely and sat at the breakfast bar with a sigh. ‘Black, please.’ She w...
He knew his girth was such that, jogging in public, he would likely frighten small children and fair maidens, and so he never ventured outside his gated house in Sussex in anything less than a suit. Not even his wife, God rest her miserable soul, had ever seen him without a tie. Since her demise,...