LOGINThat night, long after the last of the guests had left for their rooms, Andrew and I returned to the presidential suite to find that the staff had decorated it in preparation for our stay. All the décor, right down to the bed sheets, had been switched out for matching red and gold pieces. The light
Andrew’s eyes met mine as I approached the altar. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. He looked so handsome in his classic black tuxedo that I could hardly wait for after the reception to be with him. As I took my place across from Andrew, I handed my bouquet to Lily. The priestess bega
One month later, I stood in a suite at a private beachside resort, admiring my wedding dress. It hugged my curves in all the right places while still gently brushing against the ground like a low-hanging cloud. Crystals glistened in the room’s fluorescent lights, and the train flowed behind me effor
“Let’s continue this in the bedroom,” I said, breathless. Andrew nodded his agreement. I pulled Andrew to his feet as he stuck the ring box back in his pocket. Then I dragged him back to the bedroom, leading him by the tie. Not that he needed to be dragged; he would have followed me anywhere by th
Andrew texted me and said his flight was delayed by a few errands he had to run, so I waited. And waited. I waited for an entire day, and even began to worry that Andrew had changed his mind. Then I heard a knock at my door. I leapt off the couch and rushed to answer it. Stopping just short of the
Noah left the next day. I took him to the airport, we exchanged a hug and a brief farewell, and then I watched him walk through the gate. That was the last time I ever saw him. With a heavy heart, I returned to an empty apartment. All our furniture and my belongings—what little I still had—were the
Against Jeffrey’s advice, I didn’t tell Andrew when I first started receiving the death threats shortly after Lisa’s interview. He was so stressed, and I had planned on breaking up with him. Ever since we announced that we were staying together, though, the threats were becoming more frequent and mo
“I…you can…what?” I said, still trying to wrap my mind around what Andrew had told me. “I can read minds,” Andrew repeated. “That’s how I knew that you were telling the truth when you told me that you took the fall for Bob. I looked deep into your mind and found that you weren’t lying.” My hands sta
“Would he guard a woman who could assess numerical levels of people’s affinity for her if he knew?”Susan asked. I furrowed my brow. “What are you talking about?” “You have a power that you have not told anyone about, either, including Andrew.” I stared down at my red wine as I swirled it around
“Yes, your track record. Miranda is clean, and you…well, you have a criminal record for manslaughter. What am I supposed to think?” She lifted her chin at me, daring me to defy her claim. In my frustration and desperation, I almost told her the truth. I almost told her that it was Bob who killed t







