Chapter 77. My Imagination

Catherine’s POV

I never had the guts to tell anyone what I had seen that night, not even Jimmy. I was afraid of what people would think.

They might just think I am crazy, yet I just revealed my secret to Colt.

Colt got to his feet, not saying a word, and pushed the wheelchair toward the exit.

His face had turned hard and cold, and the muscles in his jaw were jumping out of anger.

Was he angry at what I just told him?

Angry at me?

My heart sank into my shoes.

I shouldn’t have told him!

He must think I am crazy. He will now use this as a reason to reject me and then send me off to some kind of loony bin.

I can’t go to a mental hospital; I am not crazy!

I swear this is true; that was what I saw and felt.

Then why was it so bloody difficult to talk to Colt now?

Why was I so afraid? A minute ago, I spilled my guts and opened up about what happened. Why was I so scared now?

Colt pushed me outside on