KATRINA'S P O V
I had just woken up when my phone suddenly started to vibrate, indicating a phone call. I had to fish around under my pillow to find my phone, and when I did finally pull it out and see who was calling, I couldn't help but frown. It was the number Of Cohen's home telephone.
‘‘Hello…?’’ I responded, my voice sounded scratchy. I was confused as to why I was experiencing such intense anxiety whenever I took a call from Cohen or from other members of his family. I couldn’t even feel my individual heartbeats as the poor muscle moved at a hum.
‘‘Miss Katrina…’’ a woman’s voice said. ‘‘This is Anita…’’
Anita, one of Dawson’s housemaids.
‘‘Yes, Anita… What can I do for you?’’ I asked as I sat up in bed and stretched out my limbs.
‘‘Miss Katrina, I'm sorry to inf
