Chapter 11

Katelyn’s POV

“Seriously? I just heard about it now because I didn’t follow him on Instagram or Facebook,” Aimee said as we sat in the back of the conference room. We had a meeting this afternoon, so we talked about the news about John’s until everyone was still not here.

“They did a group chat for our batch’s alumni celebration, and then someone mentioned that John had died only six days ago,” I replied, and Aimee rolled her eyes and said, “deserve.”

“You’re insane. The person is dead,” I said, folding her arms and sitting like a princess. “Is that all? He died before he could even apologize to you or the other girls he cheated on. I’ll never forget how you cried in our dorm back then,” she stated.

I’m glad Aimee is angry on my behalf, but that news has left me speechless. I was scared by John’s death, especially given the circumstances, and the day I told Gadreel, or the man I was with in my dream about him, was the exact day he died.