It had been a few days since the letters came, and each passing second brought on more misery for Katyusha.
Was Ivan okay?
What had happened?
Would she ever get to see him again?
Constant pain, worry, and fear haunted her throughout every hour of the mindless days. However, the worst of all were the nightmares. Recurring horrors night after night; visions of deceased soldiers, bloody battlefields... her brother's lifeless corpse. The girl had become a tortured soul. It was on Wednesday, July 2, 1:47 am that Katyusha suddenly awoke, terror pulsing through every vein in her body. The dream had come again. Eyes wide in shock, she panted heavily and tried to wipe away the thin film of cold sweat that had gathered on her forehead. She was desperate for some form of comfort, any at all.
Since the day the letters came and Katyusha received the terrible news, Francine hadn't known what to do. The Ukrainian had turned into a lifeless shell of a girl, mindlessly doing her duties. Each night, Fra