Ashton was back home after staying at the hospital for three nights. He trod to their bedroom, calling out Katherine’s name softly when he didn’t find her in the living room or the kitchen. He opened the door to their bedroom and saw she was sleeping with the lights on.
Her face was marred with tear strains.
The tip of her nose were pink.
Her eyes were puffy even while they were closed.
A pang of guilt stabbed at his heart. He knew he was the reason for all her pains and grieves but what was he supposed to do when his best friend was in need of moral support?
Katherine knew what Callie meant to him. She was his best friend. She was always there for him when he needed her. Now she was at a point in her life where she needed him and he wanted to be there to lend his shoulders for her
