The ordeal of Katheryn Wynnick
The sun started to break between the thin opening in the curtains of the hotel room. The bright rays shone right on the beautiful face of Katheryn Winnick, tangled in wavy blond hair. The brightness and warmth of the sun rays slowly woke her from her sleep as she stretched out and brushed her hair out of her face. She rolled on her back facing the ceiling of her modest hotel room and tried to remember what she had to do that day. “Ah yeah. Gotta catch my plane this afternoon.” she said with a...