Katherine’s POV
The morning sun didn’t feel warm. It slipped through the curtains like guilt creeping under my skin. My fingers trembled as I reached for the necklace around my neck—Thompson’s face still haunted me. Not just in memory. In dreams. In the silence. In the way my hands still remembered the weight of the gun.
I sat at the edge of the bed for what felt like hours. No calls. No messages. Just the sound of my own breath, shallow and uneven. Jake hadn’t said much since that night. He didn’t have to. I think we both knew something inside me had shifted.
I didn’t recognize myself anymore.
Needing air—needing space—I slipped into jeans and an old hoodie and walked past the kitchen without a word. No one stopped me. Not even the guards. Maybe they saw the storm in my eyes.
I walke
