CHAPTER 30
HENRY’S POV
The next day, Collins and I sat in my living room, sipping on our glasses of whiskey. The evening was calm, and the amber liquid in our glasses seemed to be doing its job in relaxing our weary souls.
"You know, Henry," Collins began, his voice slightly slurred from the whiskey, "I really think Kayla might be the one."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his sudden declaration. "The one? You mean like the one you'll marry?"
Collins nodded, a goofy smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, man, I mean it. She's different, you know? She's got this charm that just draws you in."
I couldn't help but chuckle at his lovesick expression. "Well, that's great, Collins. I'm happy for you."
He took another sip of his whiskey and then turned the conversation in my direction. "
