His Obsession, Her Freedom

scattered beads, his face a

em. She pulled her wrist from his grasp and turned away, collecting the broken pieces of th

a grand, beautiful mansion, but it was always cold, filled with a suffocating

r three years, whenever the loneliness became too much to bear, she would turn it on. It projected a life-sized image of Blake, programmed with his v

iller estate. She remembered the first time she saw Blake Harrison, so cool and distant, and the immediate, all-consuming infatuation that followed. She

ak had been so intense she thought she would die from it. She remembered getting drunk, making a scene, and so

bol of her desperate love. Now, its pieces lay

into a trash bag, the door to her room burst o

rojector parts in her hands. "Can't even be without me for a second,

n was distant now, like an old injury that only ached when the weather wa

a small box, next to the shattered prayer beads she had picked up from the yach