Chapter 1118 The Lost Cunty Girl:>Ep54

• My curiosity was piqued, and I held out my hand for the camera.
• "Don't worry, Nia, I won't sling it across the room! I just got caught unawares..."
• Nia looked thoughtfully at me, then nodded and snapped the camera back on. She flicked through the pictures until she came to the one she wanted, and held it up for me to see. I gasped out loud; the man in the picture was Mark! A few years older, green eyes, like mine, not grey (and now a half-memory prodded at me for an instant, something about Mark, with green eyes...), but still my Lost Boy, so similar I could see how people could mistake Mark for him. I marvelled at his features, his expression, so like Mark's, his hair a shade darker, perhaps, but this man was family, close family, and now I knew that for sure. The next picture was of his wife, 'Lena', Nia called her; she was truly beautiful, with long, straight, bright chestnut hair, vivid blue eyes perhaps a shade more violet than Nia's, a sweet, generous mouth, and a lovely smile; she looked like Cassadee Pope, on the cover of her 'Frame by Frame' CD in dada Morrison's collection. Whatever my cousin was like, he had exquisite taste, that was for sure...