I should be disturbed by this revelation. The photographs, the vigilant watching, the dedication to protecting someone who didn't even know he was there.
Instead, I'm oddly touched.
"Why are you showing me this now?"
"Because you need to understand that you're not alone. You never were." Kieran pours tea, handing me a steaming mug. "I know being back here is hard. I know you're struggling with trust and boundaries and figuring out what your future looks like. But you have people who care about you, Isla. People who've cared about you even when you didn't know it."
I sink into one of the chairs, cradling the warm mug. "Is this your way of declaring some kind of feelings? Because if it is, I need you to know I'm not in a place to—"
"This is my way of offering friendship." He cuts me off
