Trouble sets in

Catherine’s POV

“Good morning, Attorney,” I greeted as Santos entered my car, all smiles.

“Morning, dear.”

I had decided to face all my fears today once and for all. This, I had asked Santos to take me to my father's place of burial because I needed closure.

Avoiding the whole thing was causing me more harm than good, and also causing me to overthink. I wanted to put my mind at rest and be at peace with myself, and also possibly forgive him.

My shift today was at night which tremendously helped matters.

Also, the foundations and shelters that I had established about a month ago were gradually being prepared for operation.

After much deliberation, I had also decided to add a skill acquisition center to the shelter in order to assist some people who didn't want a formal education.

Putting everyone's best interests at heart was the beef thing to do in that situation.

About an hour later, we got to the crematorium as my father had demanded to have his remains cremated in his will, accor