“Darling, wear our shoes. You know we’re strong when we wear them. Plus, we look fabulous.”

Marie’s voice was supposed to disappear after I wrote her book – a twisted and sexually charged novel of revenge. My demons were supposed to be excised within the pages to leave me free to rebuild a life for my children. I’ve never been more wrong. Marie dares me to be bold. I thought I already was…
Marie and I do agree on a few items, my neighbor Michael being one. He’s supposed to be only my friend, not my heart’s desire. His choices mirror Marie’s dark and controlling sexual fantasies in which power is exchanged. I worked for my power. Giving mine away isn’t going to be easy even with Marie’s encouragement. But he promises me everything. Haven’t I always yearned for everything?
My demons don’t mesh well with his skeletons. They conflict and overlap to challenge my perceived strength. I thought love would make my world complete, but it may crush me down to my knees.