Norman

Later that night, Norman was waiting for Sasha to finish in the shower. He would join her, but he had plans with her, and he intended to carry them out. After he'd escorted her to the human resources department for the two of them to change their marital status, and also her name, his building was humming with gossip.

Martha and Lottie took the time to stop by her desk to ask about the details of what was going on. When she had looked toward him, he'd gone to help her, letting them know that they couldn't stop love.

Norman stared at his reflection in one of the mirrors, and then stared down at his wedding band.

Love.

He'd never felt it before in his life. The people in his world didn't deserve love, and he didn't really believe in it either. At least, he hadn't.

No, he didn't love Sasha.

Love was just an element of control that people used.

He believed in sex.

Sasha came out of the bathroom dressed in a towel.

"Why did you take my nightshirt?"

"Why would I want you dressed?" He ran hi