Katherine's head was raised slightly as she rested against the door. Outside, the clamor subsided.
Mrs. Grant had gone downstairs with Marshall. Talking at such a high volume that it seemed like they were afraid she wouldn't wake up in time to hear them.
She gave them a sneer and went to use the restroom. Her body was covered in even more marks than before. After adding hot water to the bathtub, she lay down completely in it. Her body ached in every place.
This time, he didn't need to take a pill because, as she recalled, she was in her rhythm. Could that be lucky for something, at least? She was unaware. She slept very little last night.
Compared to drinking, Marshall was more likely to be using narcotics. He simply struck her repeatedly. She slept in the tub. It was midday when sta
