PrologueWell, Bump, I don’t think you’re going to like this.
You’re probably going to wonder why you even bother with me anymore. After all the effort you put into me. All those words I wrote you in the last years, pages and pages filled with my whining about how lonely I was and how much I loved Nicolai Lund.
To my credit, I did have him there for a while, that magnificent blond beast. He and I had everything, you know that. A beautiful home. A successful restaurant. A loving family. Loyal friends. And of course our love, as true and pure as Nick’s arctic blue eyes.
Or at least I thought it was.
Bump, did you ever hear about the myth of Icarus?
See, the legend goes like this…A brilliant craftsman named Daedalus—let’s call him Nicolai shall we?—designed and built a gigantic labyrinth.
