Chapter 15: A Dead Man Named Nicolas Sarkozy

Agent Coulter

       I am a simple man. I used to want nothing more to life than a wife, family, and a lovely cottage near a lake. But once you find out there is more to life than trivial things, it is hard to go back to wanting peasantry. In another life, my name was Nicolas Sarkozy, and I was born in the heart of New York City, but that is the past, and that man is long dead. She killed him long ago, Amelia Harper Edison. I will admit I loved her once when I was a young man filled with life, eagerness, hope, and more.  But that man is dead; she made sure he would cease to exist that day she said "no" to him. When I think back on it all now, a much older and prayer man, a wiser man, I believe how cruel of a woman deep down she truly is to have given out the universe and then taken it away so quickly. 

When I met Amelia, who now calls herself Harper, she was elegant, beautiful, pristine, everything you imagine a woman should be, the pict