CATHERINE
I stared back at Ronald, his disbelieving eyes locked on me like I’d just confessed to murder. Maybe, in a way, I had.
Not literally, of course. And not like he knew but what I was planning? What I’d agreed to do? It was betrayal, plain and simple.
I couldn’t blame him for looking at me like that. I barely believed it myself.
I was actually going to help a stranger, someone who decided to call himself T of all things, take down Ronald. Ronald, who I’d known for years. Ronald, who had been nothing but generous and kind to me and Ellie. Ronald, who sometimes made my heart race like I was a dumb teenager again.
It sounded insane even in my own head, like something I’d read in one of those gritty thrillers Ellie secretly sneaks under her pillow when she thinks I don’t know.
But
