CATHERINE’S POV:
I sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing the edges of Elijah’s cell phone. The screen displays the video that’s sparking a firestorm, Elijah and Layla's faces frozen in a moment of betrayal. But it isn’t just their faces that grip my attention; it’s the venomous comments scrolling endlessly beneath the video, a digital chorus of condemnation and scorn. Guilt battles with satisfaction within me, each emotion fighting for dominance.
As I wrestle with my conflicting emotions, a knock at the door shatters my thoughts.
“Come in” I say.
Knox emerges at the door with a smile. He asks, “Are you busy?”
I smile back, before shaking my head. “No. Anything I can do for you?”
Taking my hand gently, he pulls me to my feet, his touch calms down my frayed nerves, making me
