Ethan’s POV

Five years. Five years of silence, of unanswered questions, of nights spent staring at the ceiling, wondering where she had gone.

Katelyn’s sudden departure without a word had plunged me into a chasm of pain and anger. I told myself I hated her for leaving, for not trusting me enough to say goodbye.

But deep down, beneath the layers of resentment, I knew the truth: I missed her. Every day.

I kept our photo on my desk, a candid shot from a trip to the coast, her hair tousled by ...