I thought everything was over. I thought I would be free from everything. But then...he showed up. Why? Why did it have to be now? "Look at me, Tilda," His soothing voice came. I didn't want to look at him. I knew better than to do so. I felt his hand on my chin and he titled my face in the direction of his. I knew myself very well. I couldn't resist those eyes...those eyes, there was something about them that I couldn't resist. He didn't know, but he was luring me further into a trap that I knew I could never find my way back.