“You!” I stared in disbelief at the gaunt, sickly woman before me. If it weren’t for the familiar features, I wouldn’t have believed this was Katherine, who had stolen my cancer diagnosis. Hadn’t Aaron sent her to a sanatorium? How had she become so emaciated and grotesque?
“Heather, I can’t believe you’re so tenacious. The fire couldn’t kill you, and even with terminal cancer, you’re still alive. Life is so unfair!” Katherine’s face twisted with venomous jealousy and hatred.
I knew nothing good would come from falling into Katherine’s hands, but I didn’t want to die.
“What do you want, Katherine?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. “I’m dying. There’s nothing you can do to me.”
“No point?” Katherine sneered, her hand flying to slap me hard across the face. She struck me repeatedl
