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DAHLIA Things have…changed. Since the first time I slept in Kane’s arms over three weeks ago, he’s been different. We spent Christmas and New Year’s together, mostly with Preston and Jude. I don’t really like the holiday season, but this one felt different. Because I had Kane, but also I felt the need to celebrate for Vi. She always took them seriously, insisting we celebrate like a ‘normal’ family and put up this small Christmas tree she goes overboard with decorating. It felt empty this year without her, but at least I had Kane. He’s been changing over the past few weeks. It’s been subtle and gradual, but it’s heart-flutteringly noticeable. He still doesn’t like it when I touch him for too long, but he’s not so quick about removing my hands. We spend entire nights talking about everything and nothing. I told him about my whole childhood and all the shit I went through so Vi and I could survive—but I also told him about the good things as well. Part of the reason why I opened up was i