Catherine's POV
I lay in bed, staring at the molding of the ceiling, my mind a chaotic carousel of the day's events. Julisn and I weren't able to figure out what Richard and Lucy talked about.
Just as I felt the first pull of exhaustion, I got a notification from my phone. I picked it and squinted at the screen, it was A text from Kiera.
Kiera [11:14 PM]:Oh, so the King and Queen are back from their "royal tour" and I have to find out from Channel 4 News? Cool. Glad to know where I stand in Catherine Vaughn's life. And do not tell me that your phone is broken, or maybe Richard confiscated your vocal cords.
The "Richard" part made me laugh a little, even though I felt guilty too. I hadn't reached out to her since I returned and that's because I didn't remember she existed, which spoke very ill of me.
