Katherine's POV
My head was throbbing as I woke up, I could barely lift my limp and painful body off the couch and my eyes wandered the room to try and decipher where I was.
Blank.
What happened to me?
The sharp pain in my torso brought back the memories of the gunshot, my friend's screams, all the blood, how had I survived that anyway?
I struggled to sit up then I stood hoping to get some clues of where I was.
A petite figure appeared from what seemed to be the kitchen, hazel eyes that resembled those of Nessa and purely black hair that flowed perfectly down her shoulders. She looked like...
" Mom?!" The words left my mouth before I could complete my thoughts.
The thermometer she was holding fell from her hands.
Where had she been all this time? I was almost murdered because I sought revenge against the people who killed her , except that she was not dead.