Katya POV
I sat in the plush backseat of the spacious car with Falcon, Maeve, and Nate. The leather seats felt cool against my skin as I looked out the tinted windows, taking in the passing scenery. The faint scent of fresh pine air wafted in through the cracked window.
Though Falcon insisted that none of the current situation was my fault, a pang of guilt still gnawed at me. It felt as if he was betraying his family and straining his relationship with them. I understood the pain of not having parents in my life, and I never wanted to be the reason someone distanced themselves from their loved ones.
Amidst the silence, broken only by Maeve and Nate's hushed conversation, Falcon was engrossed in a stack of large files, poring over them with a furrowed brow. Yet, I couldn't shake the feel
