The Nightmares ( 1 )

Chapter 13

Demanding my attention with a solemn expression, Mark beseeched me to follow him.

Without hesitation, we proceeded to his office where he designated a seat for me, positioning himself across from me.

Retrieving a photograph of a young girl, Mark placed it delicately into my hands. That Puzzled me. The face was unfamiliar.

"Who is this?" I inquired still looking at the face of the girl in that picture.

Mark, mustering a faint smile, responded, "My younger sister."

Why would he give me his sister's picture? I almost questioned him but was caught by the expression on his face.

A glimmer of tears glistened in his eyes, indicating his profound grief. Although unspoken, I could sense the unbearable sorrow he carried within him.

"Has she passed away?" I queried, somehow aware of the answer.

"A few months ago, at the hands of her male companion," came his sorrowful admission.

"Then you should understand why I have this pain and the thought of vengeance on my mind." I declared.