Emma sat in the faintly lit lounge area, her contemplations whirling. She realized the media storm was quieting, yet there was a tempest of feelings inside her.
Alexander, seeing her far off look, inquired, "What's at the forefront of your thoughts, Emma?"
Emma moaned, her look fixed on the candle's gleaming fire. " It's simply... I can't resist the urge to ponder, Alexander, where I fit in your reality. With this, I sometimes feel like an untouchable."
Alexander went after her hand across the table. " Emma, you're not an outcast. You're at the focal point of my reality. Try not to be uncertain about your place in my life."
Tears gushed in Emma's eyes. " I realize you've accomplished such a great deal for me, for my loved ones. Be that as it may, I need to be something other than a con
