Chapter 13

• Cathrine’s POV
• I stood in front of the dryer, my hands carefully pulling out the warm sheets, the soft fabric slipping through my fingers with a gentle whoosh. The day had dragged on longer than I had anticipated, and as I closed the dryer door with my hip, I couldn’t help but feel the exhaustion seeping into my bones. The task ahead seemed simple enough—just make the bed, and I could escape this suffocating castle for the night. But as always, nothing went as planned.
• Carefully, I waddled back toward the bed, my arms full of laundry, careful not to drop anything onto the floor. But the inevitable happened. As I neared the edge of the bed, one of the pillowcases slipped from the pile and landed at my feet with a soft thud.