Vanessa
I couldn't sleep a single minute. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the blood, I saw the exact moment that damned trophy hit Alexander's head.
Over and over again… as if my own mind enjoyed torturing me.
I got out of bed before dawn. My body felt heavy, my eyes were swollen, and my head ached like never before.
I got out of bed and walked through the living room. My father was sitting in the armchair, drinking a glass of wine. He told me to "rest," but how could I after everything that had happened?
I kept walking without him noticing and went back to that room, the one where Alexander was.
When I got there, I saw him exactly where we had left him, sitting, his hands and feet tied, his head bowed, breathing…
I felt a strange relief. He was still alive. I wasn't a murderer…
