chapter eighty-seven

Killian's POV (Night of the incident) I groaned as I roused to consciousness. I squinted my eyes as I looked around the living room. Everything was as it was before I began sleeping but why does it feel like something is wrong? "Catalina?" I called out to her. I padded to the bedroom, holding on to the walls for support from how weak my body was. "Baby?" I pushed the bedroom open but it was empty. I furrowed my brows when I noticed her running shoes were gone. I went back to the living room to clear the dishes. I picked up the glasses of wine and paused. My eyes narrowed towards the glass I had. I took such a small amount and it's not enough to knock me out like that. I shook my head as my mind started racing when she started acting strange. She was fine when we stepped out for lunch. Her demeanor changed when we wanted to go home. My eyes went to her bag and I picked it up. I fished out the letter in it, my fist clenched into a fist when I read it. I searched for the flash to see the