Caden broke into my bedroom late one night.
When I opened the door, the terrace doors were standing wide open.
He was already kneeling beside my bed, clutching the old coat I'd returned to him.
It was the coat he'd wrapped around my shoulders on that snowy night three years ago.
I'd once treasured it so much that when the cuffs wore through, I'd carefully mended them myself rather than throw it away.
Now Caden held it against his chest, the fabric hopelessly crumpled.
"Kenna."
He raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and he'd grown so thin that I barely recognized him.
I pressed the call bell in anger.
Caden hurried toward me on his knees. "Please don't throw me out. I just need to say a few things."
I remained by the door, waiting for the guards.
I didn't tell him to get up
