Katelyn’s POV

It had been a month since Cayden’s sentencing. A whole month since I’d walked out of that courtroom with my heart in pieces, tucked neatly inside my chest like it didn’t hurt to carry. And yet, it did. It still did.

Some mornings, I’d wake up thinking about the way he looked at me one last time. Some nights, I’d hear his voice in my dreams. But life, as it always does, kept moving. And I moved with it, because standing still wasn’t an option.

At breakfast, I sat ...