Kat:
The past year has been a whirlwind.
Sometimes I think back to that night in the hospital—Blaze’s arms around me, Shay on the edge of death, the sound of Phoenix’s first cry breaking through the silence—and it feels like a lifetime ago. Like someone else’s story. Like maybe if I hadn't lived it, I wouldn’t believe any of it happened.
But here we are. One year later.
The bar and club are back up and running. Fully remodeled. Gone are the shattered glass windows and the dingy green lights that once cast a sickly glow over the place. No more Phantom green—Blaze made damn sure of that. Now everything glows deep red and matte black, clean lines and bold color. The way he wanted it. The way we wanted it.
It feels like us now.
Power. Strength. Rebirth.
It’s not just the paint or the fu
