Katelyn’s POV

I couldn’t stop looking at the clock in my car as I sat in the parking lot outside the prison. The day was bright, but the building looked cold and gray against the sky.

I’d been parked here for fifteen minutes already, hands gripping the steering wheel, just staring straight ahead. I tried to breathe, but every breath felt tight and shallow.

I didn’t know why I’d come. Maybe I just needed answers. Maybe I needed to see Cayden with my own eyes, to prove to myself that ...