Flashback: The previous day
Lorenzo drove to his mother's house, worry etched on his face. He had received a call that she was sick. He'd been in the gym when Genevieve called, and he hadn't even bothered to shower before bolting for his car.
Upon reaching the compound, where flowers and trees were neatly planted around, he parked and frowned. The place was unusually quiet. Taking long strides toward the entrance, a sense of unease crept within him.
The moment he opened the front door, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest as a burst of confetti and streamers rained down on him, followed by a deafening chorus.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Lorenzo stood frozen, stunned into silence. His body and face were covered in shiny confetti, and through the small opening of his eyes, he could make out grinning faces.
