Aspen

DAY NINE

Killian did not look like he wanted to be there. And why was he so cold to his mother, who looked so happy that he was home, in her presence? She did not look like someone who got to see her son all the time.

“Your bride is so beautiful.” She smiled as she led us to the dining table and gentle man Killian did not bother to hold out a chair for me.

“It's Aspen Mrs Daven—”

“It's Kavanagh,” Killian smoothly interrupted me and he looked at me slowly. “It's ...