Chapter 63
Anissa wiped her hands on her jeans. Again. She could not believe how nervous she had become at the prospect of meeting her parents. Not just her mother but the father who had abandoned them both.
David looked even more tense than she, which was some consolation. His friends were present as well, and she knew they felt entirely out of place. She would have preferred to have this meeting without an audience but she understood David's reasoning. He did not know her mother, could not be absolutely sure that this was not a ploy of Murdoch's making.
Wesley had been tactful enough to take her sister and lover into the kitchen while Anissa and David waited in the freshly painted living room. Anissa could not look at the sunny yellow walls without a smile. She had never painted a room before, nor had she ever made love covered in paint. Both were memories to treasure, memories which so easily could have been lost in the horror of her sojourn with the police.