Cassandra Reid

I look at him and I am not able to believe he is in front of me.

I feel a tension in my abdomen that does not let me breathe.

In the beginning I thought to be hallucinating, but he is him. The paralyzing voice, indecipherable face next to the voluminous body that makes me feel tiny and diabolical appearance of him always.

His ambering eyes observe me restless from head to toe, making me feel naked.

A little tremor is installed in my hands and intersects them so as not to show weakness I feel.

He is here! Dean is here.

"Mrs. Di Lauro, are you still there?", I hear my secretary's voice on the other side of the line very distant as well as the noise of the party. I am like in a kind of trance. "Doctor?"

I hang without even having awareness of my actions. I think I've stopped breathing.

"How...?"

"Happy New Year, Love". He doesn't let me finish. "Did you miss me?"

I want to talk, but my mouth refuses to move. What has he come for?

"I ... ". I am interrupted by my husband's