Katelyn’s POV

The sun filtered softly through the curtains of my new room. The silence was so gentle here, not the kind that suffocates but the kind that asks you to breathe a little deeper. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my opened suitcase. Every item I folded felt like a memory sealed. A pair of jeans I had worn when Rachel and I stayed up gossiping all night. The sweater I had on when Cayden first kissed me. I tucked each into place with robotic precision, but my mind was a blur ...