Lara’s home was an eclectic mix. Items that he could tell came from around the world were on her shelves amid pictures of her family and the farm where she grew up. Ken got up and walked over to the shelves, perusing the family photos. The ones that intrigued him the most were the ones of Lara as a child with her grandparents at various venues. Her father was in only a few of them, probably because he had been taking the pictures rather than being the subject of them.
Morgana, Thanks for your kind words. It's nice to know when readers appreciate the work an author has put in to make their story interesting. I'm not always sure I have hit the details like this correctly so it's good to know that I have.