"One day that bastar* yanked me by my hair when I refused to give in to his physical demands, and dragged me to his bedroom. Angry, drunken, proud, he gloated about his deed to my face." She leaned her back against the wall, her green eyes filled with pain and anger. "I barely remember pushing him against the drawer and climb on top. But I do remember squeezing the life out of him with my bare hands. I do remember his horrified eyes on me as his body convulsed. I do remember shoving his body inside a trunk and asking servants to help me get it into the car.
"I do remember giving an excuse that I found a lead on Lucy and to inform the same to boys when they wake up. I do remember driving into a forest, digging a grave, and dumping the trunk inside. I do remember driving to Tamis's house only to find it vacant. The war had started and Tamis had taken a cover already. I could never find him.... Nor my Lucy..."
