JOHN’S POV

I had absolutely nothing. I couldn’t remember the last time I had nothing. I always had money and everything I wanted: every need, every want, and more. From birth, I had the world at my fingertips and now I had the clothes on my back and my damn laptop. I sighed, could be worse, I could be dead.

I laid in the bed of one of the guest bedrooms, looking up at the ceiling with my hands behind my head wondering how I even got there. I had been sitting in my office in ...