Katelyn’s POV

The world outside my window was blue and bright, the kind of day that begged you to set aside worries,

I turned to work. There were stories to finish, interviews to transcribe, emails piling up in my inbox.

I set a mug of tea next to my laptop and forced myself to focus. But the shadows of recent events lingered, refusing to fade.

Just as I was starting to get into a rhythm, my phone buzzed.

It was Rachel. “Hey, Katelyn,” she said, her words clipped. “Do you have a ...