314. Trapped

Isabelle was trapped in a web of her own deceit. Over the last two months, she had constructed a parallel life and now it was unravelling, she was losing control of the fiction, and it was coming tumbling down around her. There was nothing she could do about it – except bleed. And bleed she would, metaphorically speaking, although literal blood was not out of the question either.

Isabelle was in a relationship with two people, one a man and the other a woman. As with many things in life, she did not enter this excruciating situation deliberately. She entered it knowingly, she wasn’t exactly stupid. She knew what was happening, but not what she was doing. Certainly, she had no idea how tortuous it would be for all concerned. But there are some things that have happened in a split second and you turn around, and the earth has moved.