Chapter 93 My Refuge: Part 2

I linger on the memory for a moment longer, my heart racing in my chest. As I blink out of my thoughts, I notice Katherine is watching me closely, an unreadable expression on her face. “Levi slapped me once,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “When I was fifteen. We were arguing about money, and I said something awful to him. I told him…” I sigh, battling my hesitation as I breathe out, “I told him I wished he had died instead of our parents.”