Ethan’s POV

The morning air was brisk, just sharp enough to sting my lungs.

My shoes pounded rhythmically against the pavement, the sound of my breath cutting through the quiet.

I usually liked this time of day, before the city was fully awake, before my phone started buzzing.

But today, the silence gave my mind too much room to wander.

It happened as I jogged near the lake.

A memory.

The one from a few months before the divorce.

We’d been in the kitchen. Katelyn stood by the sink, her arms ...