_Kieran’s POV_
I stood in the bathroom, gripping the edges of the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My jaw was tight, my expression unreadable. But I knew the truth. I wasn’t as calm as I pretended to be.
The boy in the mirror wasn’t me—not really. He was someone I used to be. Someone I had tried to leave behind.
But tonight, the past came rushing back.
I took a slow breath, trying to steady myself. I needed to push it all down. This wasn’t the time to let old wounds resurface. Not here. Not now.
With one last glance at the mirror, I turned away and stepped out of the bathroom.
The moment I entered the living room, I felt Annalisa’s gaze on me. She was curled up on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, holding a half-empty glass of wine. Her brows pulled together slight
