WHAT IS VYKTOR HIDING FROM ME?
“Christy? CHRISTY!” He is shouting to me in his sleep. I can tell from the urgency in his voice that he is having a nightmare. I sit on the chair next to him and stroke his face. I whisper softly, in order to wake him without frightening him. “I am here Vyktor. Don’t be frightened. Nothing will... Sign in to see full entry.