Two Deaths and a Funeral
Catherine The next few days go by in a blur. I just lie in bed, refusing to live or function. I just want to die. I can’t live through this life anymore. I don’t have the will to keep going on anymore. On the fifth night after finding out Henry was dead Nathan came into my room furiously. “Catherine, you need to stop this. You have a daughter who needs taking care of. You need to snap out of this and realize what you have standing right in front of you.“ I remain unresponsive. Suddenly Nathan is throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me into the room that holds the bathtub, dumping my body in the ice-cold water I am brought back to life. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I say wiping the
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