Elena's pov

Saturday morning traffic was light, and the city felt slower than usual, like Denver was still half asleep.

I pulled into the parking lot of the old coffee shop on Fifth Street and immediately spotted Caleb’s car.

Of course he was already here.

Back then, he used to be early for everything. Practice, classes, games, even group projects he didn’t care about.

Meanwhile, I was always the one running five minutes late with coffee in one hand and my bag half open.

I parked a ...