Chapter 133 Full of Ideas

The moment Catherine got home, she all but collapsed onto the couch. Peace saw her come in and bounded over on its short legs. It scrambled up onto the couch with effort and brushed against her. Catherine stroked its head, but when she closed her eyes, what surfaced in her mind were Harry's eyes, which had been swollen red from crying. The image clung to her, no matter how she tried to push it away. Restless, she opened a bottle of wine and drank straight from it. They had already parted, yet he still had to say things that shook her. Harry truly went too far. With the bottle in hand, Catherine sprawled on the couch. The more unsettled she felt, the more she drank. She did not know when sleep claimed her. At some point, the bottle slipped from her fingers and rolled across the floor with a crisp clink. Peace, who was lying nearby, startled at the noise. It shrank back, then darted into her arms. Half its furry head peeked out, wide-eyed and timid. The night passed. Catherine wo