Katelyn’s POV

The bass thumped through the walls, vibrating under my skin as colored lights flashed in rhythmic pulses. The club was alive with energy, bodies moving in sync with the music, laughter mingling with the pounding beats.

I danced.

It wasn’t graceful, it wasn’t perfect—but it was freeing.

The week since I’d left Lucas had been the hardest of my life. I tried everything to distract myself from the gnawing emptiness his absence left behind, but nothing worked. I missed him ...