Ethan’s POV

I worked from home now, moving between the living room and my study with crutches under my arms. My leg still burned if I stood too long, but I forced myself to keep moving.

Sitting still only left space for the noise, the endless stream of posts and headlines that painted Katelyn as reckless, selfish, even dangerous.

I called in the public relations team almost every day. We ran statements across the company accounts, reminding the public that she had called the police, that she ...