NOTE:The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the authors. To the extent any real names of individuals, locations, or organizations are included in the book, they are used fictitiously and not intended to be taken otherwise.
"Elizabeth! Oh, Elizabeth! Why must you go in her place?! Why did you have to drive her car that day? Why?!"
A mournful, agonizing cry echoed against the walls of the sprawling bedroom, though the man delivering the tragic monologue lay perfectly still on the center of his king-sized bed. One of his pale, manicured hands was draped casually across his eyes. His face was entirely unreadable, stripped of any genuine emotion or human warmth. He delivered the heartbreaking words in a flat, mechanical monotone, sounding less like a grieving lover and more like an AI robot executing a pre-programmed script.
