Patrick (thinking): My beloved Master. I want to be everything she wants. Do everything she needs. Delight in the glory of serving her. But by now it ‘s supposed to feel like there was never anyone else. And instead . . .

He’s not my Master any more. I know it. I can say his name now. Stuart Cohen. But . . . Beloved . . .

I don’t feel it . . . I think. But I still remember feeling it! And I don’t know how to stop before I have to see him! How am I supposed to handle that? What does Master expect from me? What would a good boy do?