Of all the people in this house, I think about Mikolaj the most. I don’t want to. But I can’t help it. When he’s in the house, I feel like I’m trapped inside a tiger’s cage with the tiger roaming around. I can’t ignore him, I have to keep track of where he is, what he’s doing, so he can’t creep up behind me. But when he’s out it’s even worse, because I know he’s doing something awful, probably to the people I love most.
