"It's my fault. I thought my presence alone would keep him safe. I was too arrogant. I love Anthony, but..."
Kevin's voice faltered, his usual composure unraveling as he stumbled over his words.
"But you're too busy? The world stops spinning if you're not working?" I snapped, cutting him off before he could finish. "My father worked late into the night, too, but I didn't grow up to be an exhibitionist! If you love Anthony, why don't you visit him when he's awake? Why don't you talk to him more? Why don't you live closer to him? Stop with the excuses, Kevin. You've locked him away in some remote corner of the estate, surrounded by a pack of depraved maids. Even I live closer to you than he is! Anthony, well... he might not be... typical, but he doesn't want to be this way. You can't treat
