Chapter 1

The sprinkler ticked in steady circles, watering the already perfect lawn. I watched from my bedroom window, with my chin resting on my hand, wondering if grass could get tired of growing in the same place every day. It was a stupid thought, but boredom made me think stupid about things.

My life looked golden from the outside with marble floors, designer clothes, and a last name people whispered with either fear or respect. But inside this house, inside my father’s shadow, it was ...