Catherine’s P.O.V
I woke up to a strange light seeping through the curtains, and for a long moment, I didn’t even recognize where I was. The bed felt different, the pillows unfamiliar, the sheets tucked differently, and it took me a second to remember…this was the guest room.
My head throbbed a little, my body heavy, like it had been drained of every ounce of energy. And then it hit me. Last night. Everything. I had slept through it all as if I were dead.
Maybe my depression had finally claimed me for just a few hours, because I hadn’t only slept, I had slept past noon. Past noon. My chest tightened at the thought of how much of the day I had wasted, but at the same time, I couldn’t summon the strength to move. My body refused to cooperate. Every muscle in me was begging for rest, for
