CATHERINE
Ronald’s footsteps echoed loudly behind me even when I told him to stop following me. My pulse hammered behind my eyes, prickling at the throb there. I ignored him, shoving open the doors to the main station and immediately the chaos hit me.
Low chatter of people, cops storming around, dragging suspects in handcuffs, a phone that consistently chimed the entire time. My stomach tightened more, my steps faltered just enough for
Ronald to catch up.
“Cath…” he called, half plea, half frustration.
I should have been grateful. He’d come all the way here. He’d talked the charges down. Ellie was safe in his house and everything wasn’t as bad as I thought it was.
But my guilt ate me up from the inside.
When he’d asked me why I lost control like that I just snapped instead of answe
