CATHERINE’S POV:
The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor blur into a haze as I rush through, my tears distorting the world around me. Each step feels like a struggle, my breaths shallow and my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped prey desperate for escape. I can't think straight, can't focus on anything except the overwhelming ache in my chest.
I hate Elijah, despise him for the pain he has caused me, but I never want him to die or to be in this kind of situation. I’m not that evil to wish for something like this to happen!
The news had come crashing into me earlier today, delivered by grim-faced police officers at Knox's mansion. I collapsed to my knees, the world spinning around me as the weight of the news crushed my spirit.
And now, as I stumble through the h
