Katelyn’s POV

Three months had passed since the kidnapping.

Three months since I lay bruised and broken on a warehouse floor, believing I’d been abandoned.

But Ethan proved me wrong.

Ever since then, he hadn’t let a single day pass without checking on me.

Some days he brought flowers. Other days it was just takeout and that soft, worried look in his eyes that told me he still hadn’t forgiven himself for being late.

It was in the way he reached for my hand without thinking. The way he ...