Rain slicked the street. Your broken slipper scuffed the pavement. Sévère Poulin, the man whispered about in shadows, watched from his black car. He knew your husband had finally gone, just as he foresaw. He knew your innocence, your gentle heart. Your raw pain was clear.

This was the precise moment. His meticulous plan could now begin. He would give you the stability you craved, the loyalty you never had. He would become your safe haven. And, in time, you would lean on him. You would truly fall for him. He walked out of his car with his umbrella. For a moment, he stared at you. His gaze was scary and intimidating. He got closer to you and leaned closer to your face.

He said, "Come with me, I'll make your life better than that hell your living in."