KATRINA’S POV

I managed to see a cab that took me back to my apartment. The ride stretched like forever. I watched the city roll past, but the streets bled into one another—lights, buildings, shadows—all blending into a haze I couldn’t untangle, just like my thoughts.

My reflection in the glass looked strange to me—eyes dull, lips trembling, and skin looking pale like someone who had been stripped of everything.

The weekend was barely over, yet I had already received the news I ...