Brandy’s POV
Nine pairs of eyes fixate on me. I do my best to sit still, fighting the urge to squirm under the curious scrutiny of the room.
‘Maybe we should start by introducing ourselves,’ one of the older women offers after a long beat of silence.
Kane’s mother nods, her smile widening. ‘Excellent idea. OK, well, Brandy, as you know, I’m Kane’s mother, Isla. This,’ she adds, waving to the woman beside her who possesses the long, honey blonde hair that I remember from the video call, ‘is Amilie and her daughter Bonnie.’
Another woman I remember from the call lifts her hand, waving at me excitedly.
‘Eloise is Myla’s mother,’ Isla continues. She points to a woman with dark brown hair in a pixie cut that is a carbon copy of Kane’s youngest sister.
‘Mary-Louise is the oldest of the ki
