HAUNTING QUESTIONS...WILL WE EVER FIND THE ANSWERS?
I have just finished cleaning the wound when he wakes again at last. He winces, but does not fail or thrash about. At first, I do not realise that he is looking at me. “Christy?” Not until I feel his hand upon my face do I notice his gaze, or even that he has spoken to me. I jump, then smile.... Sign in to see full entry.