Prologue
Being born with a silver spoon in my mouth was something I never asked for. But that didn't stop my parents from shoving diamonds and couture down my throat as if their lives depended on it. I knew they meant well, they had the money and be damned if they didn't spoil their children. I could tell you about all of the times they tried their best to buy my love. From a brand new car to private school where only the elite can go. They would spend every last penny if it meant they would attain dear old Imogen's approval, Theo's too.
They did everything... besides being there.
It's the same rich kid sob story.
"Oh, my parents are never home. But I live in a mansion tucked away in Hidden Hills next to the Kardashians..."
Boo-fucking-hoo.
How can I complain when third world countries didn't have access to proper medical care? Or the fact that Flint, Michigan hasn't had clean, drinkable water for years. Sure, I had my fair share of traumatic experiences but I was on the other end of them. Creating the environment for chaos to broil over until it combusts. My hands bloodied with the mess I created as those around me helped cover it up.
I'm not innocent... not like them.
So, when I saw Isadore's cold, lifeless body lying on the ground being zipped up in a body bag... let's just say it wasn't anything new.
