Kenneth’s POV
With only a day left until my birthday, I’d been so swamped with responsibilities that I barely had time to breathe—let alone spend time with Lucy. And I felt terrible about it. She kept insisting she understood, but something in her demeanor had shifted after she woke up from the coma. It was subtle at first, but it grew more obvious with each passing day.
It was like… she preferred being away from me.
I was in my room, buttoning up my shirt, preparing to head to the mall for a final fitting on my birthday suit—a tailor-made designer piece. I could’ve sent Thomas or Malcolm in my place, but this was a task I wanted to handle myself. The fitting was just an excuse, anyway. I needed to take Lucy out, let her breathe a little, reconnect.
There was a knock at the door.
“Com
