My Beautiful Obsession, Chapter Fifteen, part two

Pulling my jacket close around me and slumping down even further to hide my face, I feel all of the self-control that I’d mustered with Lark this evening giving way to a spiral of hopeless desolation, the lowest pits of hellish torment. She wants to mold me and shape me into something I’m not. A…

My Beautiful Obsession, Chapter Fifteen, part one

It seems ten years have passed when we return to the eco-garden where we’d had dinner. Everything has been cleared away and cleaned up, except, I can see, the leather-bound portfolio Handbook, and the antique novella, placed neat and square in the center of the table. Lark picks them up and hands them to me,…