Kristine Kahill ^hot^ 🎁

Kristine turned from the window, her movement fluid and silent. She walked to her desk, not sitting, but leaning against the edge, arms crossed. She didn't invite him to sit.

Kristine allowed herself the faintest smile. It didn't reach her eyes. kristine kahill

Inside, wrapped in a yellowed towel, was a child’s kaleidoscope. It was old, the brass tarnished, the cardboard tube peeling at the edges. And beneath it, a photograph. A woman with dark hair and tired eyes, holding a baby. Kristine recognized the woman. It was her mother. The baby was her. On the back of the photo, in her mother’s shaky handwriting: “You were the only good thing.” Kristine turned from the window, her movement fluid

Kristine turned, her expression unreadable. "I can do anything, Mr. Thorne. The question is: are you willing to pay the price?" Kristine allowed herself the faintest smile