Chapter 89

• Harold lay down slowly, his breath soft and steady. Lizzy, fueled by desire, swiftly tore open his shirt, eager to seize the moment, and kissed his lips.
• "Laura... Laura..." Harold's voice trembled, lost in his own illusions. Mistaking Lizzy Laura, he reached out, grasping her face, holding her close, longing for the comfort of what he believed was there.
• "Lizzy asked, her eyebrows creasing in confusion, 'Who's Laura?' And suddenly, Harold fell asleep right away because he was drunk."