You might say my obsession has become a compulsion in the way I need to know everything about Scarlet Laurent. Even though I’ve taken a step into the background, I could never look away from my Little Sparrow. She’s a sliver, buried under my skin, a constant reminder of her presence, with no way to dig it out. Staying away from her for the last ten years has been a brutal form of torture. Her times run out and when the clock ticks midnight on her 25th birthday, I’ll tie her to me forever. After all, I can’t kidnap what’s already mine.