SIXTY ONE

EPILOGUE

ANDRES

I stormed into the hospital with an unconscious Catherina in my arms.

One look at my face and I was ushered into a room immediately where a doctor was waiting.

“Please leave, we have to be sure she has no internal injuries” the doctor said

“I will remain here; now get to work” I snapped.

The man’s face paled but he said nothing as they scrambled around her, checking and prodding

My gatita, my heart sang

She looked so pale and small, laying there and she had bruises all over her face and her wrists were swollen and bloodied.

Bastardo but I was going to enjoy torturing Miguel and then I was going to kill him but he will suffer slowly until his heart gives out, I swore silently to myself.

“She is going to be okay; she is stressed, dehydrated and has probably not eaten in days” the doctor concluded

“She will be fine?” I echoed

“Yes Mr Cruz; now I need you to fill in a form and state your relationship with the patient and to do that you have to leave the room and come with