Our reputation. Our health. Our lives. They want it all. And they’re going to take it. But only if we let them. The haters can wear deceptively fam...liar faces. My father is a sociopath. A man without conscience. Most people don’t know this about him. He’s tall, good-looking, preternaturally intelligent and extremely charming. He’s the director of the second largest airline in my country of origin. He’s got many sons and daughters by different women. He’s respected and feared in the business. To throw another bucket of cold water on my social life, all my friends were married with little kids. If I went out with them, it was probably to the mall or to Mickey D’s for a happy meal, although most of the kids were not all that happy at being dragged along with us. When you live in a small rural town like I did, the only places you meet anybody are in the bars or in church. Sometimes, you’d see the same people at both! In fact, I met a guy at church shortly after becoming separated and. My nerves tingled with delight from my head to my toes. Yes, this is what I always wanted; what I'd always secretly dreamed about. The reality was even better than I dared imagine!When I got to the mirror I could hardly believe my eyes! There, staring back at me was the prettiest pubescent girl I had ever seen! I was blond and perky and I surely would have been the prettiest girl in school!It was practically an out-of-body experience. Here was the prettiest of my sisters, and she wasn't even a. There was a man, obscenely fat, jamming food into his mouth from a platter held by an emaciated child. There were a pair of women, their necks made to look extremely long by golden necklaces, who were casually pointing down at him and whispering to one another while being fanned by slaves who looked abjectly terrified. And at the front of the row, there was Jerin Kah himself.And Mom.And Mom’s huge titties.Ember blinked at the completely unexpected, entirely mortifying view of his mom sitting on.