KATRINA’S P O V
I was thankful that Tina wasn’t in the apartment to witness what had just happened, and see the mess by the two men who I had just shut out.
I wiped away my tears as I stood up from sitting on the ground and was about to sit down on the couch when I heard knocks on the door followed by Travis’ deep voice. ‘‘Katrina, please open the door…’’
His voice sounded… begging? Why was he still here? I thought he had already left with Cohen. To be honest, I was expecting them to fight. To argue with each other, and have a debate about who is more deserving of me. Thank God, they didn’t.
Cohen might have been left because all I could hear right now was Travis’s loud knocks and his voice calling my name.