“I know,” he insists, “I know everything about you. Who was he? Sick nurse?

I shrink, hugging my knees, as if defending myself against his words. It is useless to ask the killer to stop until he turns me into welts, his mouth is silent.

- When you were discharged from the hospital home, he came and watched you. You didn't recognize him right away, but you weren't afraid. Remission, you can not show aggression, you can not remember about the disease. But he started to get impudent, didn't he? He grabbed your hands, guarded near the entrance. And then I decided to drag it into the bushes. Did you...