“Of course. That is perfectly understandable. Please continue. Take all the time you need.”
“Thank you.” Paskia coughed, because it felt like the thing to do. “In my memory, it is cold, and there is snow on the ground. It has that crispy top layer, so that when I step down there is a c***k before I reach the softer snow underneath. I like that, especially the way the top layer breaks into chunks that can be picked up, like fluffy ice.
“I am in a park, and I think it’s connected to the youth centre, although I can’t be sure. I am not alone, but with a friend.” Paskia paused, and made the decision to keep the name to herself. Kialah was special, and Paskia was not ready to share everything. “We both have big coats on, the ones that reach down almost to the ground, and I think I’m worried i
