KATRINA’S POV

It had been nearly two weeks since that day in the hospital cafeteria when I came across Louis. Two weeks since his cool, unreadable eyes had met mine while I was spilling more than I should have. I couldn’t even explain why I had approached him in the first place—maybe because I was desperate to find an ally, someone who could understand what I had lost, someone who might want to see Melissa fall as much as I did.

But life hadn’t slowed down for me since then. Work ...