You might say my obsession has become a compulsion in the way I need to know everything about Scarlet Laurent.
Even though I’ve taken a step into the background, I could never look away from my Little Sparrow.
She’s a sliver, buried under my skin, a constant reminder of her presence, with no way to dig it out.
Staying away from her for the last ten years has been a brutal form of torture.
Her times run out and when the clock ticks midnight on her 25th birthday, I’ll tie her to me forever.
After all, I can’t kidnap what’s already mine.
