Ready To Confront Your Demons

Bella, walked into Ken's dimly lit home office, a crisp, ivory envelope in her hand. Ken, hunched over his desk, seemed oblivious to her presence. He was staring at a photograph, a faded image of a young woman with bright, laughing eyes. It was Maeve.

Bella sighed. Since Ken had been saved by that Lyse girl, he had become a shadow of his former self. The vibrant, charismatic man she had known, the life of every party, the one who embraced every opportunity, had retreated into a self-imposed exile. He had shunned his usual routine, canceled all of his upcoming events, and spent his days locked away in his office, lost in his grief which had apparently been woken up by the Maeve look alike.

"Ken," Bella said softly, breaking through his reverie.

He looked up, his eyes dull and lifeless. "What is it, Bella?"

Bella held out the envelope. "There is an invitation," she said. "For you."