Nadia
Time passed like a gray blur since the funeral.
I could no longer tell what day of the week it was. I slept during the day and stayed awake when night fell. Moments blended into each other, without importance.
I barely left my bed, spending most of my time in my room. I didn’t need to leave it or go out if I didn’t want to. My boss advanced my vacation as soon as he heard what had happened.
I was lying down with my favorite book open in my hands, but I wasn’t really reading it. The words danced across the pages without settling. My mind was too full of other voices, other images. Viktor. The blood. The memories that now wouldn’t let me sleep.
A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.
"You can come in."
My father’s head appeared in the doorway. He rarely entered my
