Chapter 62
I’m proud of you for taking this step.
Message from Logan to Henry
Henry
I didn’t take my eyes off Kate for a second as she read my letter. After Logan had handed me the brochure, I had called the Harmony Rehabilitation Centre—not just to get help for myself, but to prove to Kate that my words weren’t empty promises. That she could trust me.
She looked up from the letter. Her eyes shone, and her cheeks were wet, but she looked overwhelmed by emotion rather than sad.
“You’re going to rehab?”
“It’s more therapy than rehab, but yes. I want to show you how serious I am. I need you, Kate. More than Vitalyn. More than The Darlington. And more than my next breath. I love you with all my heart, my angel.”
My heart pounded as I waited for Kate’s response. She stared at me for a moment, then suddenly, a smile spread across her face, bringing out her dimples. When our eyes met, all I saw was affection.
“I love you too, Snowflake.”
I froze and blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
I swallowed hard. “You . . . you love me?”
Kate’s smile widened, her dimples deepening.
“Of course I do. How could I not? You’re amazing.
And it was wrong of me to judge you for my mum’s mistakes.
You’re nothing like her, and my reaction says more about me than it does about you.
I never really got to process everything that happened last year, and when I saw the pills, it all came flooding back.
That wasn’t fair on you. And I’m sorry for abandoning you. ”
“So . . . does that mean you forgive me?” I asked, cautious but hopeful.
Kate nodded emphatically.
I wanted nothing more than to grab her and kiss her—really kiss her—but I wasn’t about to put on even more of a show for the guests already watching us.
Instead, I reached for her hand, interlacing my fingers with hers.
It was a small touch, but it felt monumental.
Then, without a word, I led her through the ballroom towards the balcony where we’d shared our first kiss.
A blast of cold winter air greeted us as I held the door open for her. We stepped up to the railing, the glow of the heaters warming our skin. Fairy lights sparkled like stars above us, and the city before us shimmered, quiet and serene.
I turned to Kate. She smiled, and I smiled back, my heart feeling like it might explode with joy. Stepping closer, I raised my hand and gently brushed her cheek, never breaking eye contact. She held my gaze, unwavering. God, I was so in love with this woman.
“Will you kiss me now?” Kate asked softly.
“Only if you want me to.”
“More than anything.”
I leaned in and kissed her—tender and loving, yet no less heartfelt. Kate sighed against my lips and kissed me back with the same abandon.
Finally holding her in my arms again after three long weeks felt incredible.
Her body relaxed against mine, and I could feel her letting go.
What we had was more than just love—there was trust too.
It was delicate and fragile. Not quite what it had been before, but it was there.
And I would do everything in my power to rebuild it, until it was strong and unshakeable.
Day by day, for the rest of our lives—or however long Kate would have me. Hopefully forever.
The balcony door was flung open, and a wave of déjà vu hit me, pulling me back to my first kiss with Kate.
I broke away from her and turned—but this time, it wasn’t my dad who disturbed us.
It was Rakesh, clutching his tablet so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
His face was pale, and a strange, desperate expression darkened his features. It didn’t bode well.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my arms still wrapped around Kate.
Rakesh swallowed hard, as if choking back tears.
A knot tightened in my stomach. Something was very, very wrong.
“There’s been . . . an accident,” he said, his voice unsteady. “Someone has died.”