“At dinner, we only danced.”
“Lorenzo knows you’re nothing but a pawn he now wants to fight over.” I swallow hard at the comparison. “Before, you rejected the marriage. Now… that’s why I need you to do something.”
I simply nod, fearing where this is going. While studying Art History in college, I remember developing a certain appreciation for Greek mythology and how we merely repeat what has existed since the beginning of time. My father, like Narcissus, places himself at the center of gravity of our existence, craving power, fame, and rights that do not belong to him—but that he believes he deserves.
And if there’s anything dangerous about a narcissist who lacks empathy, it’s the moment he cannot obtain power and begins to envy those who have.
My father envies and mocks anyone who see
