Chapter 156 Catherine

• The next six hours go by at a crawl. I pace around the house, going from room to room, unable to focus on any specific activity. Whenever I sit down to study or try to paint, a dozen different scenarios, each one more horrible than the next, start playing in my head. I want to believe that everything will be okay, that Patrick’s plane disappeared off the grid for some innocuous reason, but I know better than that.
• There are no fairy tales in the world Patrick and I live in, only savage reality.
• I haven’t been able to eat anything all day, though Ana has tried tempting me with everything from steak to dessert. To pacify her, I eat a few bites of papaya around lunchtime and resume my aimless pacing around the house.