Chapter 52. Westlife club

For the first time ever, Horace could see the excitement on Kristyn's face. So she really liked her birthdays, huh? Once again he tore his gaze away from her, if he doesn't focus they might end up running into another car on Wescan's fairly uncrowded highways.

He wasn't a huge fan of birthdays. Not that they weren't fun or he couldn't spend them with a bunch of greedy family members. It's just that he didn't like the idea that he'll be celebrating the fact that he's getting older. Kristyn's just turning twenty-three today, her pupils twinkling like stars in the seat beside him.

"Your Dad told me that you're the spitting image of your Mom."