Katelyn’s POV

We didn’t say a word at first. The silence between us during the meal could’ve sliced through concrete. Ethan and I sat across from each other in the booth, our food untouched for several long minutes. I could hear the clinking of forks and the soft murmur of other diners, but at our table, it was like the air had frozen.

Ethan fidgeted with his knife, then his fork, then folded and unfolded his napkin. I stared at my plate, pushing a roasted carrot around without actually ...