It is 9 am. The last day of December. Everyone is talkative at the breakfast table, discussing their plans for the night, besides Chris and Victoria. She takes her cup of tea and stands up. "Excuse me," she says, "I'll take this to the living room."
She comes closer to her brother "I had the nightmare again," she whispers.
He eyes her. "The orphanage nightmare?"
She nods, and that's his cue. He leaves the table and follows her to the living room. When she stops, he simply lifts a shoulder. "So now you believe me?"
She licks her lips. "I don't know."
"Your unconsciousness is telling you to believe it, Vic."
She is silent. "I know, it's just...how would she know? How is it possible that she knows and we didn't? Who is that girl?"
Christopher shakes his head. "Stop torturing yourself w
