Ethan’s POV

Spring arrived almost without me noticing. The trees along the streets had started to green again, the air carried warmth instead of sharp cold, and people on the sidewalks no longer hunched into coats.

But none of it touched me. My own life still felt like winter.

Weeks had passed, and I still hadn’t been able to reach Katelyn. Every call ended the same: silence or unanswered rings.

Every message sent into the dark, never answered. I told myself she was alive. I told myself ...