The Socialite and the Scavenger

I was once a New York socialite. Now, I was a ghost eating garbage from a dumpster behind the building that still bore my family’s name.

Then I heard his voice. Brigham. My former lover, my step-brother, the man I had come back for.

He was on the phone with Eve, the woman who had stolen my life, my family, and my face.

He saw me, a disfigured heap of rags, and his face filled with disgust. He told his assistant to give me money and "get this filth off company property."

For a fleeting moment, he saw the infinity tattoo on my wrist—our secret promise of forever.