“It is time to go.” Said her brother.
“Why? I want to stay with you!”
“No, three months are more than enough. I don’t want you. I want my privacy now.”
“But-” Vicky couldn’t finish the sentence; her brother pushed her and she fell.
And before hitting the ground, she woke up.
The room was in darkness. Something felt wrong with her body; every movement was a fatigue. With a hand on the wall she slowly went over to the big dark curtains.
She opened the curtains and found everything covered in snow; the small houses in the distance, the trees.
Where am I?
The room was suddenly filled with light. She turned around and saw a man standing by the door.
“You’re awake.” he said, ran to her and hugged her.
“Who are you?” Vicky asked pushing the man away. “Where am I?”
The man frowned.
“You’re home.” he said “I’m your husband.”