*Kelvin's POV*
I arrived at Dad's house at nine o'clock Saturday morning, balancing two coffees and a bag of pastries from the bakery he liked.
"Morning, Dad!" I called out as I let myself in with my key. "I brought caffeine and breakfast."
Dad appeared from the kitchen, and I stopped short. He looked terrible-pale, with dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept.
"Dad, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." He took one of the coffees with a hand that trembled slightly. "Thank you for coming early. There's a lot to do."
"Of course. That's why I'm here." I set down the pastries and really looked at him. "Dad, seriously, are you feeling alright? You look like you barely slept."
"I didn't sleep much," he admitted. "Just nervous about tonight."
"It's going to be great. Helen is wonderful, an
