Sisi wanted to take her mind off her
child. She called Emery Thornton, a friend from her past. She invited
her over for spaghetti, a dish that Emery enjoyed. They caught up
with one another, talked about Emery's mansion and the empire she had
built from creating a videogame that had enslaved almost half of the
population. Due to a non-disclosure agreement, the author of this
entry is not allowed to divulge the title of said videogame.
The smell of parmesan cheese and
freshly cut oregano suffused with Emery's essence—greed. It was
pungent, a distinct scent from her recent captures. Greed smelled
like an old newspaper drenched in gutter water and piss. Sisi held
her breath and carried on, even though the smell made her gag.
After dinner, Emery said her goodbye.
Sisi created a new book of life and wrote down Emery's name. She
noticed how the words flowed naturally from pen to page. It was as if
the book was writing itself. Her hand was merely a guide, a conduit
of an arcane tale.
Sisi didn't know Emery's childhood, but
the first chapter detailed how she was an only child and how she was
raised by her two loving fathers. The next chapter told the story of
the cowplant incident. It was the chapter in Emery's life that
destroyed her family and her fortune. The death of her fathers was
the birth of her greed.
Sisi closed Emery's book. She felt sick
at reading every detail, every thought, every emotion that was
available to her within pages. But her voyeuristic curiosity proved
stronger after a couple of minutes.
Sisi reached for Cayden Little's book.
As she skimmed through some chapters, Sisi couldn't recall writing
any of the chapters. However, she did remember writing the last
chapter, the chapter where Sisi had met Cayden for the first time. As
she finished reading that chapter, she flipped to the next page and
found another chapter she could not remember writing.
She read on. She read about Cayden's
struggle with raising a child by himself. Isabel just started
talking, and the child asked about her mother. As Sisi read on, she
noticed that the empty pages were being written by a phantom writer.
Ink appeared out of the page, and Sisi continued to read and read.
The narrator was Cayden't thoughts, and Cayden thought ill of Sisi
and her child.
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