Katelyn POV

I was sitting in the magazine office, fingers curled around a warm mug of coffee, staring blankly at the screen.

The soft clinking of keyboards and the faint hum of printers filled the air, but I wasn’t paying attention.

My mind was still back in that cold, sterile prison visiting room, across from Cayden.

He looked thinner than I remembered. Quieter. But no amount of remorse in his eyes could undo what he had done.

I had stared at him for what felt like an eternity, my heart ...