... I do not know what I would be, without my family.

[ She frowns, closes her eyes, trying to will the tension out of her forehead. Why does that not sound as hopeful as she wants it to? ]

I have been so frightened, since the day he died. I have these dreams, sometimes. These awful, awful dreams... he drags me into his grave, where we executed him, and I watch a battle come. No matter what I do, I cannot stop it. He pulls my hair and makes me cry like when were children, he holds me so tightly and tells me he loves me all my days and that no one else would.