Sunday
Damien and Katherine still weren't talking much. Last night while he buried himself with work, she stayed in bed the entire time… sleeping… half-asleep… pretending to sleep.
Time was passing by so slowly for her and she had a hard time convincing herself to go to sleep. Because the moment that she closes her eyes, her mind replays that horrifying scene of her in the memory that she had buried so deep inside. There was a reason that her brain must have kept her from remembering it. Who would ever want to see or experience something like that?
More importantly, she had been so stressed about who that man was. Judging by what she saw in her memory—a nightmare—she should hate that person. But the words that the mysterious man said to her struck her in ways more than just confusion. There was more to it than just words of goodbye and hoping to be understood.
