Katelyn’s POV

The moment I saw him, I stopped breathing.

Ethan.

He stood just inside the warehouse, tall and calm like he’d never left my life. He looked older, sharper, but those eyes—those familiar gray eyes—still held that stubborn fire.

I couldn't quite believe my eyes.

Five years was a long time—long enough to erase someone.

I’d even changed my number, convinced we’d never cross paths again.

I thought I’d erased his existence.

And yet, there he was—standing in front of ...