The Sin of His Obsession
He looked at the blueprint, then at Isabel, then at Chloe, who was standing in the doorway, her face a mask of profound sorrow.
Chloe's heart shattered. Ang sakit. She had no blueprints, no grand designs, no physical representation of the past she had shared with him. She had only a handful of memories, a few weeks of stolen moments in the darkness, a love that was a product of chaos and fear. It was fragile, so fragile. She was no match for the weight of a past he had once believed was his destiny. She was a beautiful, but fleeting, moment.