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Kira Taylor is asleep in the back of her father's car, they are on their way to the Bennett farm, they had been driving for two days already and Kira was out. Her father, Michael Taylor, looks back at her and smiles softly, this was going to be hard to not live with his only child for a few months. He finally pulls into the gravel driveway where his friend, James Bennett, stands, waiting.
"Hi James. This is Kira, please don't wake her, she's been going through a lot." Michael says worriedly, James nods, opening the door and gently scooping up Kira in his arms, keeping her secure. Michael gets out, kisses Kira's forehead and grabs her bags from the trunk to hand to James' son, Tyler, who was waiting for them.
Tyler grabbed the bags from Michael and smiled softly; he looked very kind. James shifted Kira and they waved bye to Michael as he drove away. Kira shifted in his arms and made a soft sleepy sound. James and Tyler walk up to the farmhouse and head inside, taking Kira to the room, she'd be staying in.
"Dad, how old is she? How long is she staying here?" Tyler asks, curiosity spiked.
James smiles at Tyler, "A few months, son, she's fifteen." he says with a tone as gentle as can be to keep Kira asleep. James takes Kira to the guest room and lies her down on the bed and covers her up.
