Temptation [antikvár]

PROLOGUETwo roads. Two men. Kate slammed her foot on the brakes. The car skidded to a stop. She looked once again in the rearview mirror, as if for the multitude of past memories. But there was no history there, and no cars to hurry this moment. It had to be resolved. But still she didn't know what she would do, although her choice would change her life forever. It seemed the world had gone to sleep in a blanket of whiteness. Before her, the headlamps lanced through the falling snowflakes illuminating the fork in the road.Kate, the American icon, Ms. Perfection, was copied and idolized by millions. Across the land, Kate wannabes tried to live her every fantasy. They had no idea how hard her journey had been. Ease was the illusion. Difficulty was the carefully kept secret. All her life, by acting bravely she had become brave, but now, as the road diverged in front of her, Kate's courage wavered. Left or right? Should she choose reason or emotion? Loyalty or longing? This life or that one?She took a deep breath and let it shudder away from her. She was sweating in the warmth of the car, and she wiped her hand across her moist upper lip. Kate had traveled this way a thousand times, but now the fork had meaning. She had never felt so alone and so responsible. It was all up to her, as it always had been, always would be.Indecision, life's great agony, held her tight in its fists. Then she remembered Macbeth. Whatever had to be done should be done quickly. She banged the car into gear, let out the clutch, and pressedvii