EIGHTY-THREE
Our first morning in Melbourne, Jo told me, "I'm not sharing a room with you any more. You thrash around so much in your sleep... and you even screamed a couple of times. I'd rather share a room with Jason – and the last time I did that, I found another girl asleep in my bed one night. I'm sorry, but I just can't."
I nodded silently. I understood. I didn't know how Nathan had managed to stay in the same room as me when I had nightmares.
"Will talking about it help?" she asked timidly. "Can you tell me anything about your ordeal?"
I stared at my best friend. It'd never occurred to me to tell her about the horrors I'd seen – though I'd easily have told her anything before it. But I couldn't burden her with the knowledge no one should have. Nor did she need to know I'd killed
