Elena Markham never meant to stumble across the bear in the woods. But she did anyway, and then she didn't leave.
Okay, so for a bit she couldn't leave. But let's not go there right now. Let's stick to the story.
It was Christmas. Elena got stuck on a mountain, it snowed, and she stayed with me.
Let's say I convinced her to stay.
Let's say we made friends and had a nice, happy Christmas together.
Yeah, all of this is a huge f*cking lie. Because she didn't stay by choice, and we weren't happy.
At least, not to begin with.
But, she got used to me, and I ... grew fond of her.
I'm not good at this lying thing, am I?
I'm obsessed with her. In all the best and wrong ways.
So, here's the real story: Elena Markham should never have come to me for help. She should never have told me who hurt her.
And she should never have tried to leave.