Brian’s POV

I waited quietly in Katelyns newspaper office, the clock ticking louder with each passing second.

The sun was shining, and the room was bathed in the bright, orange hue from the windows.

The front door finally opened.

Katelyn stepped inside, dressed in her sharp navy blazer and tailored slacks in the office.

She set her bag down with quiet precision, but the moment our eyes met, I could see it, something was off.

Her posture was composed, her movements controlled, but her eyes ...