13. Attempt

Sitting in my room and waiting for something to happen is the worst kind of torture.

I’m anguished. My thoughts are solely on my brother and I keep imagining the worst every time I don’t hear any sound coming from downstairs. I imagine Igor in a dark room with him, a knife in hand and a creepy grin on his face. I close my eyes to make the image disappear but the feeling of dread and unshakable fear lingers.

I’m terrified that he’ll do something to Marco before I intervene.

The thought I had earlier keeps coming back to me. I’m angry enough to contemplate seeing it through and the fact that my brother’s life now depends on the action I’ll take. I’m the one in close contact with Igor so I have a better chance at helping him.

I’m so desperate that I refuse to think of a plan where I don’t do something

When I finally hear a sound, my heart drops to my stomach and I struggle to stand up. It isn’t just any sound—there’s a full-blown argument happening. I hear many angry voices shouting