Chapter 135 Katerina

• The air outside tastes like static. Snowflakes are falling, spiraling down like little dancers in white. Once he eases me into the back seat of the dark blue Tesla, I tuck my legs close to my body. To the plain eye, I'm soothing myself through my suffering. "What hospital are we going to? How far away is it?"
• "Saint Juniper's. It's just five miles. I'll drive as fast as I can. But it's going to be at least a half hour."
• "Thank you." In the shadow of my jacket, I tuck my phone in my lap and begin to text Fabiola. I know her number by heart.