Cathy’s POV
The morning sun filtered through the blinds of my apartment, casting long streaks of light across the floor. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of my blouse, my mind still lingering on the conversation I’d had with Tyrell the night before. His confession about Elena had shaken me, but it had also deepened my understanding of him. He carried so much guilt, so much pain, and yet he still chose to protect me, to care for me. It made me more determined than ever to stand by him, no matter what.
I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, the crisp autumn air biting at my cheeks as I walked to the subway station. The city was alive with its usual hustle and bustle, but I felt oddly detached from it all. My mind was elsewhere, replaying Tyrell’s words, his fears, hi
