~Catherine's Pov~
[Perhaps an end is always a beginning. A dead seed would eventually bloom; the world was always growing in an endless, chaotic haze. Anna realized this as she watched Paul get shipped away by the police, his hands still drenched in Vanessa's blood. His intense gaze never left hers, even as her own little fingers quivered violently from the cold rain and the shock. The body of Vanessa was being taken out in bits and pieces by the stern-faced officers, but none of them knew the terrible truth that Anna held tight in her chest. Paul wasn't truly gone. He was coming back —]
A piercing cry from Esme violently shook me from my writing haze. My head snapped up, eyes struggling to focus. I tore my gaze from the glowing laptop screen and stared at the desk clock. 5am. Goodness. I had done it again.
