Katelyn’s POV

Scarlett’s car idled a few feet away. I sat in my own car, gripping the steering wheel, pulse hammering in my ears.

She rolled down her window first, waving with exaggerated cheer. “What’s wrong, Katelyn? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement as she crossed over.

I forced myself to remain calm, opening my door and stepping out, my keys gripped tightly. “What are you doing here, Scarlett? Are you following me ...