Ila’s POV
A rough hand that I was familiar with caressed my cheek. The chilly fingertips were a contrast to my warm, sleepy skin. I sit up on the couch, letting the blanket fall off my shoulders. Kane kissed me on the forehead and sat down next to me.
“Hi baby. How was your concert at the school? Did the kids like your piano playing?” Kane says, his voice calm and sweet.
It took me a few minutes to remember what he was talking about. I was still working my way out of my sleepy state.
“You want to know about my performance?” I ask, truly confused. Since everyone was freaking out about something, no one was talking about out loud to me, I found it surprising that Kane asked about my performance.
“Yes, how was it? Honestly, I wish I had been there instead of here.” He says as he care
