"Your father,"
Kevin swallowed his next words realizing that he was out of that dream, fully awake, and also was sitting right in front of Kyra.
"My father?" Kyra asked turning towards him. Her eyes held so many questions, and that sunken expression made him sigh out loud.
"How was your father?" He suddenly changed the topic as that question just popped into his mind. He cursed himself for letting her thoughts run wild again worrying about the mysteries related to his death.
"Huh?" Kyra frowned at his question.
"I had a dream of my father," Kevin covered by this story and then added with a sigh, "Just typical him blaming for my insensitive decisions."
"Oh," Kyra blinked in surprise hearing his confession. He never brought up his family, specifically his father in front of anyone.
Keeping aside her tab, Kyra leaned over the headboard and smiled, "My dad was a cheerful man. He used to always brighten my day with his spirit."
