He looked at the clock to check how long he had been lying in that position. On the window, he saw the dewdrops running down, telling him it was damn cold outside. However, nothing could be colder than the feeling he was having. Something was awaiting him and he knew there was nothing he could do to avoid it. He knew he would have to face it sooner or later for it did not depend on his will. If it did, he would surely do whatever he could to prevent it from happening. There was nothing he could … Continue reading Excerpt