remained silent, looking at the handwriting. There were a few discrepancies that he did not see—like how curved the R and Y were. But I remained silent. Words would not convince him.
I walked up to him. “It’s okay,” I whispered, hugging him.
At first he did not move. He remained still, and then little by little he broke on the floor, crying deep, loud sobs. Like someone that had been attacked by a large amount of wild animals.
“I don’t know what to do, Katherine,” he whispered after a while of long silence. “I don’t know who to trust.”
“Trust me, Klaus,” I whispered. I immediately bit my tongue. What the hell is wrong with me? I should have just kept quiet and shut up.
He smirked almost instantly and took my palm. “I am beginning to trust you,” he said quietly and stood up from where
