FEW DAYS LATER
BRAYDON’S POV
“I swear, if I forget anything, I’m going to lose it,” Katy mutters, pacing her room.
For someone who’s had days to pack, she’s somehow both wildly unprepared and aggressively stressed. There’s a sock on the desk, her charger in one hand, and suitcase still half-open with her clothes pouring out.
I catch her right before she bolts out the door, grab her shoulder and turn her toward me. “Hey. Breathe.”
I exaggerate a slow inhale, then let it out, hoping she’ll copy me like she usually does.
She barely does.
“I just feel like I’m forgetting something,” she says.
“Everyone forgets something on a trip.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “That is not helpful.”
Then she shoves me aside and storms out, and I just stand there for a second, rubbing my face.
If t
