GIANNA

I woke the next day with a start. It had taken the whole night for the reality of what Victoria had done to set in, and as is usual after one of our encounters, I'm left feeling like I'm suffering from PTSD. The therapist I'd been allowed to see before Becky put a stop to it when I was ten had been getting close to that diagnosis, I'm sure.

Though at the time when I overheard her talking to dad, I had no idea what that was and how exactly I'd caught it, it was ...