Later that night...

DREAM

The father, or some other close relative of V*****,



They have no idea he was the perpetrator. I race from person to person imploring them to see or understand he is guilty. They are still in mourning and either too upset or disbelieving to pay attention to my pleas. I am emotional, beside myself with grief. No-one will listen.

I awake suddenly with tears streaming down my face.

In reality my relationship with her father was generally good so I’m surprised he appears as the victim here.