Chapter 4: The Night Everything Started

I didn't turn around. I couldn't. My whole body had locked, because the photograph in my hand was proof of something my brain had been burying for eight years — and because I finally understood the receipt lying under it. He hadn't bought me in that club. He'd bought me eleven months ago. Every payment. Every specialist. Every miracle I'd been thanking God for while I worked doubles and cried in the staff bathroom — it had all been him, in the dark, before I even knew his name. "Say...