POV: Frey Johnson
The city beyond my windows was a silent constellation of golden lights and distant sirens. But inside, my room was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet that made memories knock louder than they should, and I couldn't resist.
A successful meeting between my family and Catherine’s means I’m one step closer. I leaned back against the headboard, my shirt half-unbuttoned and arms folded behind my head as I stared up at the ceiling. The shadows from the chandelier scattered across the room like broken glass. Even in the stillness, my mind wouldn’t rest.
Catherine hadn’t changed much, not where it mattered. She still walked into a room like she didn’t owe it anything. Still had that fire in her eyes when she spoke. That same stubborn pout when she was holding something back. W
