Cyrus Valentine had always been in charge of the household. Her father was in and out of jail and her mother often spent her time flirting with the gas station attendees on main, or shooting up anything she could find.

Beauty was always something that Eliza feared.

Today I woke up feeling extremely out of it, I drank too much the night before. This was the start of my first AND LAST hangover.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.