The image of Henri's face on the television screen, morphed into the sharp-suited, confident visage of Alexandre Dubois, CEO of Moreau Industries, was burned into Isabelle's mind. It flickered behind her eyelids when she closed her eyes, a phantom limb reminding her of the missing piece, the gaping hole in the story of her life. He was him, the man she loved, and yet he was also a stranger, a powerful figure inhabiting a world she couldn't even begin to fathom.