"The time has come that things are explained," Ava said ( Read more... )

James knew that Scarlett needed her time to grieve (just like everyone else), but he also knew that it wasn't healthy for her to be as within herself as she was. Since Astrid's death Scarlett had practically moved herself into their sister's bedroom, refusing to sleep anywhere else. She surrounded herself with Astrid's things and wouldn't go ( Read more... )

The Oslo Opera House in Norway was a architectural wonder, according to Elise, and Scarlett thought it was nice but a little too 'modern' for her tastes. She liked the old opera houses, all gothic and gray stonework and spires. This thing didn't have any spires, just strange slanted roofs that meant you could walk right up onto the top of the ( Read more... )

"Quit following me, James!"

Scarlett was like a bright streak of red through the night streets of Copenhagen, her clothes dark and her hair free behind her.

"ScarJo," he sighed, following at a quick walk. "Could you just stop?"

( ... )

As soon as Scarlett hung up the phone from speaking to Pierre she was sobbing. She sunk down in her bedroom, mobile phone slipping from her hands and onto the carpet. This can't be happening, this isn't happening, oh god, no, no Renee, please don’t let her-

( She could barely form thoughts in her head. )