Chapter 16. Katrina.

The next morning, after tossing and turning all night on the bed, trying to figure my way out of the hell hole, I woke up exhausted and in a fouler mood. The dark circles under my eyes seemed to throb in sync with my pounding headache. I decided to stay in all day, hoping to escape the chaos that had become my life. But a knock on the door prevented that from happening. At first, it was a gentle tap, but when I ignored it, the knocking grew louder and more insistent. I threw the covers over my head, hoping that whoever was knocking would quit it and leave, but that never happened. If anything, it grew more persistent, like a drumbeat in my brain.

Frustrated, I sat up, my movements jerky, and climbed out of the bed. My feet stomped towards the door, my bare feet making soft slapping sounds on the cold floor. I flung the door open, ready to snap at whoever was behind it, but Arthur's jovial voice broke through my anger.

"Great morning to you, Katrina! How was your night?" His cheerful t