DENISE
The study room's window let in soft afternoon light, which cast a warm, golden glow over the bookcases and the two of us seated inside.
Kayden and I sat directly opposite each other, and I listened attentively as he shared bits and pieces of his past, each word offering a glimpse into his life and helping me to understand who he was as a person.
"I was never particularly interested in anything specific during my childhood," he confessed, his gaze distant as he delved into his memories. "Unlike my brothers, who always knew their path and worked toward their goals, I wandered aimlessly, thinking I had all the time in the world to decide."
His voice carried a sense of regret and a yearning that I could only understand vaguely, but I could also sense that he wasn’t as happy and chee
