Chapter 63. Fed up

SEBASTIAN’S POV

“Come on Catherine,” I said, fed up. “You can’t keep doing this. Time is passing and the psychiatrist has been reaching out, asking if you’ll still make it. You’ve missed two sessions already. Two sessions that were fully paid for,” I stressed. “If you continue like this, then there is nothing more I can do to help.”

“You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” Sitting with her back reclined against the headboard of the bed, she crossed her arms against her chest, her furious blue eyes digging into mine.

This was the third day and yet she has refused to go see the psychiatrist. She had said she wasn’t feeling strong enough to go for the past two days and I let her be because I knew that was true. But time was passing, this was the third day and the psychiatrist had been expecting her, calling non-stop. I was worried Catherine was suffering from a mental issue. And if it is left untreated, might spiral out of control. Who knew what she might do next? Shoot hers