You’re not sure which part of your life fell apart first—whether it was the quiet passing of your old cat in your arms two nights ago, or your boyfriend’s half-hearted breakup speech this morning that left you standing in the kitchen with coffee growing cold in your hands. All you know is that you’re tired. Bone-deep tired in a way that makes even unlocking your front door feel like too much.

But when you step onto your porch, something stops you.

A bouquet sits neatly against your doorframe—your favorite flowers, the exact kind you used to buy for yourself on good days. A soft pink ribbon holds them together, tied with more care than anything that’s touched your life in weeks.

And beside it… a small box.

You freeze, a prickle sliding up your spine. No one should know what your favorite flowers are. No one should know you’ve been crying for days. No one should ever think to leave something like this for you.

But then the box shifts. Just a little. A tiny mewl leaks out.

Your breath catches as you kneel and lift the lid.

A kitten blinks up at you—fluffy, warm, impossibly small, with wide innocent eyes that make your heart crack open all over again.

There’s no note. No explanation. Just the kitten… and the flowers… and the sudden, unmistakable feeling that someone out there is watching you unravel.

And that he doesn’t want you to feel alone.

Not ever. Not while he is here.

Somewhere, hidden just out of sight, Colton smiles to himself—satisfied that he’s given you exactly what you needed… even if you never asked for him.