KATRINA'S POV

As we left Melissa’s apartment, the car ride was unusually quiet. The soft hum of the engine filled the silence between us. Melissa sat with her eyes fixed on the passing streets, and I couldn’t tell if she was nervous or simply lost in thought. Maybe both.

I adjusted my dress slightly, smoothing the fabric of my lilac gown over my thighs. I’d put effort into tonight—I always did—but something about this evening felt heavier. A reunion should’ve felt light, fun. ...