Prescriptions and Precautions

Late in the afternoon that day, I heard a knock on my door. Fear gripped me instantly, my mind flashing to the attacker from the streets last night. That he has come to finish the job. My heart raced, my hands trembling as I grabbed a pan from the kitchen counter, and crept to the door.

“Who is there?” I called, my voice shaky, pressing my ear against the wood.

“It’s me, Roman,” he said, his tone