PROLOGUEThe Victorian mansion seemed draped in an eerie silence, whispers andrustles of fabric as people moved about with as little noise as possible.The door of one particular room remained closed, allowing only one personon a frequent basis - Dr. Trevor White.Dr. White had salt and pepper hair and scholarly glasses and thick,generous lips that smiled easily. But now his lips were grim and tight,shaking just a bit.The figure in the bed lay surrounded by blankets, the long hair spreadaround him on the pillow like brown silk. His eyes stared at the ceiling,the once brilliant blue glassy and dull.Trevor White came into the room and sat down next to him, taking his hand.The man in the bed looked at him and smiled - a pale reflection of thedazzling, innocent smile that had entranced and seduced the entire world.Adrian Bain, world famous rock star and legend. Dying of cancer at the ageof 44.And his childhood friend, Trevor White, gone to the same school as Adrian,shy and lonely as he was, an outsider in every way - intelligent, kind,isolated in his own world of books and hobbies - their lives taking suchdifferent directions, even though they seemed to be twins in so many ways,cut from the same cloth of painful experience.Impulsively, Trevor raised Adrian s hand to his lips and kissed it. Thenhe let him go and whispered, I ll be back to see you.They had made a vow, once, when they were little, never to let anythingkeep them apart. And so, here they were, again, for the last time.Trevor rushed out of the room, wiping away tears from beneath his glasses.He looked up as he closed the door and saw Adrian s two children. Hecleared his throat.How is he, Trevor?The young woman of 18, named Bethany Rose , had a voice soft and yet deep,her lovely hazel eyes calm. It broke Trevor s heart to look at them andremember.