I can’t keep pretending I have everything under control when the truth is that I’m f*****g drowning. I’ve been drowning for years, ever since my parents’ car crumpled against that highway barrier and left me holding the bleeding pieces of a life I never asked to inherit.
Gideon’s rehab bills, the apartment I can barely afford, the constant, gnawing terror that one missed payment, one bad day, one single f*****g mistake will send everything crashing down around me…
It’s too much for any one person to handle.
And here’s Lukas Lazarev, with his private jets, his French vineyards, and his five million dollars thrown around like pocket change. A man who doesn’t ask permission, who just handles things, the way I’ve been desperately wishing someone would handle things for me for a long, long t
