The years have passed.
Scars are not always visible. Sometimes, they live in the form of silence, of broken dreams that visit us at night... like the nightmare that Olga still drags from that damned night in the forest.
She knows it.
She knows what her father did.
She knows that he and Dusty killed a man.
And that they never...ever...mentioned it again.
The voices of guilt don't scream. They whisper. Especially when you're alone.
Now Olga is a teenager with a calm ga
