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CHAPTER 77 My imagination
Catherine POV I never had the guts to tell anyone what I had seen that night, not even Jimmy. I was afraid of what people would think. They might just think I am crazy, yet I just revealed my secret to Colt. Colt got to his feet, not saying a word, and pushed the wheelchair toward the exit. His face had turned hard and cold, and the muscles in his jaw were jumping out of anger. Was he angry at what I just told him? Angry at me? My heart sank into my shoes. I shouldn't have told him! He must think I am crazy. He will now use this as a reason to reject me and then send me off to some kind of loony bin. I can't go to a mental hospital; I am not crazy! I swear this is true; that was what I saw and felt. Then why was it so bloody difficult to talk to Colt n
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