*Kelvin's POV*
Patrick's office was exactly as cluttered as always-organized chaos that somehow made perfect sense to him but looked like a disaster to everyone else. He looked up from his computer as I knocked on the open door frame, his face breaking into a grin.
"Kelvin! Haven't seen you in a few days. What's going on?"
I settled into the chair across from his desk, unable to suppress my smile.
"I met Helen's mother," I said.
Patrick's eyebrows rose. "The infamous Elizabeth? How did it go?"
"Good, I think. Really good, actually." I leaned back in the chair. "She made incredible pot roast, asked questions about my life, about Dad. She seemed genuinely interested."
"That's great," Patrick said, though something in his tone made me look at him more carefully.
"What?"
"Nothing. It'
