12
Angela
I was exhausted. Overwhelmed. I could barely function let alone think straight. Kevin had broken in and tried to steal my things. He’d come from a rich, prominent family. He hadn’t needed to steal the money I’d been saving for Gramps. Or so I’d thought. But I’d learned the more powerful and famous a parent, the more they were likely to lie to hide their flaws.
Colin Barrister was a prominent businessman and politician in the area. Kevin’s father. He’d been charming and suave and wore designer suits and shoes that would probably cost me more than a month’s salary to pay for. I’d only met Mr. Barrister once, and he’d been as perfectly fake as his spray tan. I was sure he had no idea what my name was, even after Kevin introduced us at a holiday party. He’d nodded, feigned interes
