Chapter 103 Katerina

• THERE'S a stranger in the house.
• I lean over the railing near the staircase to get a better look. Blonde hair down to her hips, a fur-lined ivory coat that doesn't hide how thin she is. She's shorter than me; I can tell because she's standing next to Mila and barely reaches her shoulder. Small. That's the word I'd use to describe her. Not only in stature, but also in how she presents herself.
• I've seen beaten dogs who shake less.