Catherine’s POV
“Do you need a jacket, ma'am?” A voice came from behind me as I stared into the voidness that was in front of me.
Turning around, I was met with the sight of a young policewoman gazing at me sympathetically.
“No, thank you,” I muttered, looking down at my trembling hands.
“Alright, ma'am,” She sounded unconvinced. “But do let me know if you need anything.”
“Okay,”
And with that, she sauntered out of the waiting room. Hugging myself, I averted my stare to the white walls of the police station as the memories of everything that happened in the last hour played in my head.
I had managed to escape death for the second time in three months. And both time it had been because of my utter stupidity.
Now that I thought of it, leaving the house without telling Alessandro th
