Adrian.
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the man who looked nothing like me.
Dull eyes, tired face. Weak all round.
"You're a joke!" I muttered, dragging a hand down my face.
I was supposed to be someone. Once upon a time, people whispered my name with either fear or envy. I had the money. The clothes. The woman. No, the women.
So why was I squatting in a rented inn room that smelled like old wood and citrus scented cleaner. The air was too quiet, the walls too thin. Every single time I was reminded me of how far I'd fallen.
"You're pathetic. You're worthless! You're not loved!"
I couldn't stop the words. They kept pouring out of me like venom.
"You lost her. You lost yourself."
I clenched my fists. The guy in the mirror stared back, mocking me with the truth. My reflect
