KATRINA’S POV

Revenge.

That was the word lingering in my head when I shut my eyes last night. It wasn’t just a passing thought, not some bitter sigh before drifting into sleep. It was the last thing I clung to, the one fuel keeping me from collapsing under the weight of exhaustion.

I lay awake for hours, staring at the cracks on my ceiling, listening to the faint hum of traffic outside my apartment window. The world went on, indifferent to me, while my heart burned with rage. ...