He's rewriting our script. The play is not supposed to go this way. He's not to get this close to the woman who loved Daniel Broc's rough virtues, but I don't seem to be able to stop the slow progress in that direction. Did he begin this, or was it me? I already know the answer.
But I'll skirt that truth for a while. Meantime, I wonder about my boyfriend, and what there is left to discover.
Chapter Three
"Don't resist when the unusual happens and you won't get hurt. It would be impossible for you to forget the woman of your past"
This is the most threatening and direct of the three messages. My premonitions tell me that end is near, that perhaps my hard won freedom will soon dissolve. Chills race my spine and for at least sixty seconds I contemplate my options. Go to the police; hire a
