DAPHNE
I can't stop replaying what happened this morning. That stranger, no, that lunatic called my name like he knew me better than I know myself. For one terrifying second, I almost believed him. Almost. Until he started spewing nonsense about me being his wife, about me being "trapped." What kind of delusion is that?
I try to focus on work, my eyes on the glowing screen, fingers tapping across the keyboard. But my hands falter, the words blurring together as my mind drifts back to that moment. That moment I held the knife in my hand, the way he calmly stared me. And then, God, what was that? That flash, like a vision. I was in another place, a room that smelled of old books. I was holding the same knife... and I stabbed him. I felt it. The way his body jerked, the way he collapsed fo
