GIANNA
“What?” Lyon, why does that name sound so familiar? I knew I’d heard it somewhere in the not too distant past but couldn’t for the life of me bring it to mind. It came to me in a rush when the woman spoke again. She’d just been standing there with her mouth hanging open as she stared up at me. “Oh, my word, Daniel, that face!”
“I see; I told you she looked like you. Spitting image of you at that age.”
“It’s uncanny, first little Catalina and now this beautiful girl.”
She came forward with one arm outstretched and the other clutching Thor to her chest and enveloped me in a hug so warm it brought tears to my eyes. “You dear-dear girl, I’m your aunty Elena, your grandmother and I are cousins.” I was so flabbergasted I couldn’t think of anything to say when she finally released me, so I said the first thing that came to mind.
“How did you get Thor?”
