Emma
As I followed my own plan—one minute, hour, and day at a time—it was as if I was living someone else's life. It was a life I didn't hate, but not one I would choose. In a nutshell, it wasn't my life, not as mine had ever been. While carrying on daily tasks, it was as if I were watching this other woman who looked like me, sounded like me, and even sometimes reasoned like me, but her actions were not mine.
Is that Rett's goal...to change who I am?
In a matter of a week, I'd fallen into a routine of sorts.
Other than the first day when I'd awakened to find Rett in the darkness, every other day, I'd awakened alone. It had been seven days since he'd brought me to ecstasy, since I'd asked for time to get to know him, and since he'd agreed. During those seven days, Everett Ramses was
