In the reflected light of the TV, Amber's brown skin looked gorgeous and I had to resist the urge to reach out and touch her face. Gone was the cream jumper, and she was wearing a plain, thin strapped pink tank top. Her arms and shoulders were glossy and toned.
We were sat together on the large sectional sofa and I was surprised that she had picked a romcom off Netflix to watch. There was obviously a softer side to her.
She surprised me again with a question, not turning her head.
'Uncle Mark, what was Dad like? When he was younger you know?'
'You mean when we were kids?'
'Yeah. Was he like a bit of a wild child type, a bookworm or what? I can't picture him at all.'
This was a good sign. She wanted to talk about her dad, my older brother Bill. She needed to open up. I composed my tho
