Katelyn’s POV

I sat at the table, frozen, staring at Cayden as he settled across from me. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I folded them on the table and tried not to fidget.

The room felt stuffy and strangely bright under the lights. All the other sounds in the visiting area faded away. For a moment, I thought I might not be able to speak at all.

Cayden looked up at me. He had changed. His face looked older, thinner, but there was something else. His hair was a little different, ...