Protecting Her

She’s dirty.

She’s starving.

She’s begging on the streets of London.

But when she begins to sing she takes a piece of my soul with her.

Her voice carries such sadness and heartbreak.

How is this possible?

How does a beautiful, talented, young, American woman like her end up homeless so far from home?

The least I can do is offer her a hot meal and a bed...

I’m the heir of a global luxury hotel chain after all!

It would be a crime not to help her.

I have to save her.

I have to protect her.

I have to take her away from here and make her mine.