Henry chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “The best kind of luck, then.”
The playful lightness from earlier faded as Livia’s expression grew serious. She took a deep breath, her fingers tightening slightly around the cup of tea she had been nursing. The warmth seeped into her palms, grounding her, but she knew that no matter how much she tried to delay it, the words needed to be said.
Henry noticed the shift immediately. He sat a little straighter, his sharp gaze locked onto her face, silently waiting.
Then she spoke.
"I need to apologise."
Henry blinked, taken aback. "For what?" He frowned, genuine confusion flickering across his face.
Livia exhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling as if she was shedding a weight she had been carrying for too long.
"I know that last week was
