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Kathryn's Point of View The kitchen is warm, the scent of sautéed garlic, roasted chicken and basil still hanging in the air like a comforting blanket. I stand at the sink, scrubbing the last of the dishes while Amy dries them beside me, a rhythm that has become second nature to us over the years. The clinking of plates and the swish of water creates a soothing backdrop, but my thoughts are anything but calm. “So you actually agreed to meet with him?” Amy asks, her tone laced with genuine curiosity and disbelief. She arches her eyebrow at me. I sigh, pushing my hair back from my face. “Yes, I actually agreed to meet with him, but only to discuss Colton.” “Yeah, right…” Amy scoffs, rolling her eyes, before eyeing me with a knowing glance. Her tone is teasing, yet concerned. "Wh