Chapter 41: The Spirit’s Leading
I looked at him with glassy eyes, regretting deeply all the time I had invested in coming to know him. Day after day – whenever I had the urge, that is – I’d ventured forth dreamily in the outskirts of the Vatican, privately, away from my father. Sometimes he’d even set aside special time for me to visit him, even if he was busy with “pack business.”
Empty flattery, false hopes and dreams, he had given me – so then I realized. And it was at this very moment that I had begun to observe my profoundly obsessive devotion, as well as my painfully broken heart.
And, while Emanuel had entertained my desires, had done nothing whatsoever to prevent me from falling for him – I couldn’t help but lay the blame all on myself.
That’s when the vision abruptly ended, leaving me with nothing to face my own dark labyrinth of endless suffering.
A slow swirl of mottled color resonating in my mind’s eye, I screamed in terror, then awakened.