Katelyn’s POV

The next morning dawned with a soft gray light, the city already humming to life below.

I dressed quietly, listening to the familiar weekday sounds drifting through the apartment walls. Ethan and Lucas were in the kitchen, their voices a gentle murmur behind closed doors.

I lingered in the hallway, pulling on my coat and gathering my things for work, when I caught the edge of their conversation.

“Come on, Lucas. Eat up. You’ll be late for school,” Ethan urged.

Lucas’s ...