Prologue
2005 – London
There are two kinds of people in this world.
The ones who watch you burn.
And the ones who hand you the match.
I was sixteen when I stopped waiting for help. When I realised fairy godmothers don’t show up for girls like me — especially not when your mum’s the one who sells you off and your dad doesn’t even blink.
London’s cold as shit in winter. And colder when you’re wearing a miniskirt, fishnets, and a smile no one realises is fake.
I’ve been wearing that smile ever since.
Some nights, I paint it red.
