Katelyn’s POV

I went to the living room to grab my backpack.

It was sitting by the armrest of the couch, right where I left it. I slung it over my shoulder, ready to walk out of this house and the tangle of everything it had become. My fingers curled around the strap, my eyes already scanning for the door.

But Scarlett’s voice stopped me.

“You’re really leaving?”

I turned slowly. She stood at the bottom of the staircase, perfectly put together as always, not a hair out of place. Her ...