CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

Charlotte ’s POV

I knock on Cathy’s door one more time, louder this time. Maybe she is sleeping inside and just did not hear me knock the first time. I have been calling her for hours with no reply and honestly, every minute that passes makes me more worried. Although she has shown a little bit of progress as regards her mental health ever since she took that first hike up the mountain, Cathy still seems like a flight risk which means I am still very worried about what she might do. Cathy is not the most well-adjusted person in the world and no matter how hard she tries, I cannot erase the image of finding her on the floor, crying while her bedroom burned around her just months ago.

“Cathy!” I call out to no response. “Are you in there? Open up.”

I am about to turn away and go elsewhere to look for Cathy when I remember that I know where Cathy usually puts her spare key. I reach inside the lamp right at the top of Cathy’s door and fetch the key. If Cathy is not here then maybe there w