I let myself slide down a tree trunk and close my eyes, controlling my breathing. Then, when my rate has returned to normal, I lean towards the bush in front of me, push the branches aside and look at the terrace of the house overlooking Lake Neusiedler.
Crouching down, I try to analyse what I feel. First, immense joy explodes in my chest. Jack is alive, he’s standing there, and he seems to be perfectly fine. Second, I love him. I want to run to him and throw myself into his arms. Third, I thought love was lost, I suffered like an animal, I thought I was going to lose my mind. Fourth, anger, rage. I would scratch his eyes out if I could.
And finally, chills: Attila. The first man I fell in love with, the man who terrifies me the most on this earth.
I feel incapable of facing him. And ye
