CATHERINE’S POV
The air out here feels colder than it should, but I stay anyway. I have my knees pulled up to my chest and my chin resting on them. The night is beautiful. There’s a full moon with stars filled in the sky and I can’t seem to tear my eyes away. Every time I blink, I see him—Tyler—standing there in my memory, alive and warm and smiling at me like I was his whole world.
The stars remind me of him even more. I think of all the times we would lie down stargazing.
Now all I have is this ache. This burning in my chest that no night breeze can cool.
My fingers curl around the bracelet—the one he gave me. The metal is cool against my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth I remember from his hands the night he put it on me. “Tyler…” I whisper.
Inside the motel room, I s
