Chapter 61 Katerina

• In the sunlight, the rose looks alive. I know it isn't. It hasn't been for some time. But with each little adjustment of it on my shirt collar, I have to stop and look closely before I remind myself that I'm seeing things.
• Please, give me strength.
• I turn the brooch once more—from my right side to the left. It doesn't matter where I put it; I don't plan to wear it out of my room. At this point, I'm simply delaying what I must do.