Katelyn’s POV

The moment the plane’s wheels touched the tarmac, a quiet sigh escaped me.

The city lights of New York shimmered outside the oval window, painting gold across my skin, a pattern I remembered from years ago but that now seemed entirely new.

I clutched the strap of my purse as passengers began to shuffle into the aisle, my mind tumbling with memories.

Even now, I never knew whether to call this city home, or simply a place where everything began again.

My phone buzzed as I ...