Stockholm

Katya

'Be careful what you wish for.'

By the third week, one thing was clear:

I was a literarily a mess without Ferrara De Castello.

I blamed it on Stockholm syndrome, and told myself it was because he had been the first man my body became attuned to.

But irrespective of all the justifications I gave it, I was aware that I was barely functioning well.

I spent my time buried in work, representing some clients myself and coming up with innovative ideas to make The P.Lux Club better.

My son took my mind away from the plaguing thoughts of his father, and some nights, I held him in my arms, his baby scent calming the storm in my mind.

But deep into the night while he slept, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling with memories haunting me, taunting my thoughts till I was a puddle of wants and desires.

I visited Alistair twice, enduring the disapproving stares of his sister who silently judged me.

However, the memories and speculations of the evil Ferrara was capable of could get my t