Their passion will consume everything – and everyone – in its path...

I'm on a train. I don't know which stop I got on at. I only know the train is going fast and the world outside becomes a blur. I should get off, but I don't. The universe is playing a cosmic joke on me. Here I had my life – a good life with everything a woman could want – and suddenly, there is something more I didn't know I could have. A chance for me to be satisfied and content and maybe even deliriously, amazingly, exuberantly happy.

So this is where I am: on a train that's out of control and I am not just a passenger. I'm the one shovelling the furnace full of coal to keep it going faster and faster.

If I could make myself believe it all happened by chance and I couldn't help it, that I've been swept away, that it's not my fault, that it's fate... would that be easier? The truth is, I didn't know I was looking for this until I found Will, but I must've been, all this time. And now it is not random, it is not fate, it is not being swept away.

This is my choice. And I don't know how to stop.

Or even if I want to.