Katelyn’s POV

After making sure Ethan was safe and settled in bed, I took a deep breath. I checked my phone. There were missed calls and messages from work, but right now, I just wanted to be sure Ethan was okay.

I cleaned up the rest of the bathroom, wrung out my wet shirt, and finally sat down at the edge of Ethan’s bed, looking at him as he lay there, eyes half closed, still looking a little weak but alert.

My phone buzzed again. I glanced at the screen. It was Gray calling. I didn’t ...