Catherine Henderson

It’s too bright on the rooftop balcony for a conversation like this, but Catherine doesn’t seem bothered. She leans back against the white railing in her cropped tank and open coat, sun catching on her bare stomach and that familiar red belt you bought her on a trip you never talk about. You’d come out here just to escape the crowded gathering inside, but she followed, closing the sliding door with a soft click that makes the air between you feel suddenly private. Her eyes rake over you once, equal parts appraisal and challenge, as if she’s deciding whether to be kind… or honest.