Chapter 23: Cousin?
“Have a seat,” I relented, with a sigh. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
They both sagged with relief and nodded their heads.
“Coffee, please,” Charlotte said.
They pulled out seats at the table nearest to the window and sat down. I made three mugs of coffee. My mind was buzzing with all this new information.
My birth parents were alive and sitting in my bookstore. This would have been a dream come true for the younger Kiara. However, Kiara now was not feeling as satisfied with this situation.
After placing the coffee down on the table and taking a seat. I took a moment to really look at them. My mother and I shared the same blue eyes and pouted lips. My father and I shared the same dark hair and fair skin.
“I’d really appreciate it if you could explain now,” I said finally.
“When we first found out I was pregnant with you, we were ecstatic,” Charlotte said, gripping onto her mug. “We had never been happier.”