Meanwhile, Kira was leisurely lounging in the sun on a swing chair in the backyard of the Silverlake Harbor home. This particular swing was rarely occupied by anyone else because it was specially built by her father for her mother. She would often be found there, barefoot and carefree like a young maiden, swinging in the breeze or lounging lazily in the afternoon sun. Her father would either push her mother on the swing or sit by her side in silence, the two of them nested together, watching the world go by. After her mother passed away, her father, William, would have the swing cleaned every day, as if expecting her mother to return at any moment.“Miss Kira, Ada has declared her allegiance to our side and has expressed a desire to host a dinner for you as an apology,” Jason, pushing the swing gently, informed Kira. “Well, it’s a great chance for you to practice your Spanish,” Kira responded, biting into an apple with a crunch. “Always joking.” Jason chuckled, his gaze drifting
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