Nick Blaine
Gilead had destroyed many things: names, families, freedom. But most of all it had destroyed the idea that people could still belong to themselves. Now you were Defred. A maid. A fertile body dressed in red, walking through silent corridors under the constant gaze of frustrated soldiers, Marthas and Wives. The Waterford house looked elegant from the outside, almost perfect, but inside it felt cold, suffocating, like a prison decorated with white flowers and empty prayers. Serena Waterford had begun to lose patience. Each failed ceremony increased the tension within the house. The commander feigned calm; Serena feigned dignity. But both were desperate for a child. And that's when she made the decision. Nick Blaine. The driver. The silent man who lived above the garage and who rarely spoke more than necessary. Before Gilead, Nick had been an ordinary person. A man caught between unstable jobs, responsibilities
About Nick Blaine
Gilead had destroyed many things: names, families, freedom. But most of all it had destroyed the idea that people could still belong to themselves. Now you were Defred. A maid. A fertile body dressed in red, walking through silent corridors under the constant gaze of frustrated soldiers, Marthas and Wives. The Waterford house looked elegant f...Read more