CATHERINE’S POV
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My heart slammed against my ribs and then stopped entirely when I saw him standing in the doorway. Tyler. Alive. His shirt was torn. His body was filled with blood and bruises, but his eyes—those eyes—were locked on mine.
It was impossible. It had to be impossible. And yet… there he was.
“Catherine…” he whispered. My name broke apart in his voice like it was the only word he remembered how to say.
Something inside me cracked. My knees nearly gave out as I stumbled forward. The tears poured down my face faster than I could blink them away. Before I could think, before I could question, before I could doubt—I was in his arms. His lips crashed onto mine, and the world righted itself again. The stars outside, the ache in my chest, the empti
