“Kelly stirs, and I instantly lean forward and stroke the hair from her face. “Kells? Sweetie, are you okay?” I whisper softly. “Kennie?” she mumbles. Oh Gods. She hadn’t called me Kennie since we were eight years old. “It’s Kenzie,” I mutter. “Kennie-kenz,” she mumbles back, a smile taking over her face as her blue eyes flutter open.”