CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

CATHERINE'S POV

They ran out and left me in the garden, I couldn't bring myself to leave the garden because I just murdered someone.

I killed Ethan; I thought my cure would work; I was so stupid to put his life at risk. My heart was heavy, and tears fell from my cheeks freely; I couldn't think straight at the moment.

“Fuck," I yelled, as I fell to the ground, weeping. This reminded me of my foster parent; I killed them, too.

It was years back when my mum fell ...