KATHERINE POV.
It had been two days since I slapped Charlotte. Two days of her locking herself in her room and not speaking to me.
Every time I tried to talk to her, she just turned her back or shut the door in my face. My heart ached. I knew what I did was wrong, but she wouldn't even let me apologize.
I was fed up. I didn’t know what else to do. I wanted to make things right, but how could I if she refused to talk to me? I felt helpless, like I was losing my own daughter.
Adrian noticed. He always noticed. He came over this evening, took one look at me, and knew something was off.
“Katherine,” he said gently, sitting beside me on the couch. “What's going on? You look like you haven’t slept in days.”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I didn’t want to burden him with this,
