Scarlett’s POV

I stood downstairs outside Katelyn’s newspaper office, hiding behind a car parked across the street, my eyes fixed on the tall glass window.

The light inside the room spilled out warmly onto the pavement, a cruel contrast to the cold curling in my chest.

Then I saw him.

Ethan.

He was holding her.

His arms wrapped around Katelyn like she was something precious, fragile, irreplaceable.

My breath caught. My nails dug deep into my palms, sharp enough to break skin.

No.

He was ...