Unfortunately, it also proved that mantras were bullshit because fourteen days later, Scarlett still haunted my thoughts like a smart-mouthed, entirely-too-beautiful ghost. When I woke up, I anticipated our next session together. When I got behind the wheel, I remembered the night I drove her home in the rain. When I entered her studio, I relived my sheer panic at seeing her collapse and my utter relief when she woke up.
