Author: eviekent

I spent my whole life training to become a ballet dancer—a soloist, a star. Today, I’m a toy, a plaything, a distraction… who resemble his long-dead wife. We all have that look, you see. I’m supposed to be flattered that I remind him of a goddess in an age gone by.Screw that.I’m furious.The ones who came before me were sweet, docile, compliant—just like her. But I’m not sweet. I’m not docile, and I will never be compliant. I am resilient. I am determined.I am—not—drawn to him.I will survive this.I will survive him.My name is Nora Olsen, and I will not…