Just as her previous evenings had been, this one was as vacant. She waited by herself for someone who was supposed to come back but never did. The lamp by the bed was still lit when she gently sat up. Upon checking the clock, she saw that it was midnight—a time when people tend to become emotional, especially ladies.
She took a picture of her hand and uploaded it to f*******: a moment later. The photo, which had the heartfelt comment, "The thing I used to fear most isn't that scary once I got over it," clearly showed the syringe wound.
She didn't know who this post was for because Marshall wouldn't see it. Marshall never viewed her posts before he unfriended her. She thought about it for a while before lying back down. But Katherine was unable to fall asleep. She didn't really get dres
