CHAPTER HUNDRED-FIVE: TWISTED TURN

Catherine’s POV

The room was dark except for the slivers of moonlight sneaking through the curtains. I was huddled on the floor, my back pressed against the wall, the cold wood pinching through my dress to my buttocks as my sobs pierced through the quiet room. My tears flowed unrestrained, blurring my vision, enclosing me in the darkness around me.

The door swung open, and I heard Alexander’s voice, I didn’t need to see his face to hear his worry and fear. "Catherine? Are you okay?”

I couldn’t bring myself to answer. I just continued to cry, it was too much, just too much. It felt like reliving the whole experience over again.

I heard his footsteps hurried across the room, and suddenly he was beside me, kneeling on the floor. His hands touched my shoulders, his grip firm but gentle.

"What’s wrong?" His voice trembled with anxiety. "Catherine, please, what happened Did Simon do something?”

I couldn’t form words. The pain was too overwhelming and I nursed a good amount of an