The Revelation of Catherina’s Secret Pain
The morning air in Cambridge was crisp and sharp enough to sting your flesh. Autumn had arrived silently, painting the Harvard campus in faded reds and gentle golds. To everyone else, it was stunning.
But Catherina said it felt hollow.
A week had passed since the confrontation, and Bruno and Junior's disagreement had blasted through her life like a storm. Classes had resumed, and everyone had found new things to talk about, but she still couldn't find peace.
Her nights were sleepless. Her days are a gloom.
She looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror at her dorm. Her eyes were ringed with fatigue. Beneath the makeup were faint bruises – not new, but recollections of anguish from months past. Pain was something she'd never admitted t
