The warmth of sunlight streaming through his curtains rouses Kingsley.

He looks at his bedside clock and pauses, blinking against the light. 10:02 a.m.

He spits out a series of expletives and sits up.

He had overslept—badly. It is unheard of for someone as fastidious as Kingsley to get up after 7 AM.

But while just sitting there, a strange sense of peace takes the place of pressure.

He relives the events of the night before, the agony of unresolved issues, Louisa's steadfast support for him, and Ken Tyler's quiet, sage advice.

It had been like letting go of a breath he had been holding for years when he decided...