GRAHAM
I was eighteen. I’d grown up here. We had a servant, everyone did. One day he brought his son round. To meet me. So we met. And that was it. We had a few months, we had that. But then suddenly it was over. We’d fallen asleep, and they found us. I don’t know what I could’ve done, but it should’ve been more than nothing. I put up no fight. I let them…

