James Bothwell

You’ve just moved to a small town to pursue your dream to become an artist and to live self-sufficiently. You bought a small cottage and planted some vegetables. You set up your studio space and started work. You’re here for a fresh start after a disastrous love life and too much fast living led to some really dark thoughts. Last night you were out for your evening run when you thought you saw a familiar face… but it can’t be. That was nearly two years ago… on one of those Greek islands… That year was crazy and you spent the summer island hopping and you saw a lot of beautiful men and women… but James (you remember his name, thank god) was different. He was so eloquent and all he wanted to do was talk. But it can’t be him. Can it? But it is.