Katelyn’s POV

The morning at the TV station began as if nothing had changed. I walked in with my bag over my shoulder, ready to face the day, though the weight in my chest had not lifted since the argument with Ethan.

Jamie, my assistant, met me at the door of my office. Her face was brighter than usual, her steps quick. She carried a small stack of folders but stopped to greet me with a grin.

“Congratulations,” she said.

I blinked. “On what?”

“On staying,” she said. “Everyone ...