Three days on...
Zia Vladimir...
The sound of the water splash from the bathroom pulls my attention after I open my eyes for the first time this morning. I freeze on the bed for some seconds, with so many thoughts going through my mind as I stare up at the ceiling. It can't be that Vitya is in my room again, right?
The sound suddenly stops, and I finally tilt my head in the direction of the bathroom, which has its door closed tightly, and I gulp down nothing nervously. What the heck does he want from me? Why does he keep haunting me? I'm married to his friend for heaven sake, although I love him, but why the heck would he keep bothering me?
"Did I wake you up?" Still lost in thoughts, the familiar voice I'll always recognize even in my deep sleep speaks, and I squint my eyes. It's
