My stepsister hosted a luxury pool party, hiding my clothes so I’d have to expose my prosthetic leg. “Hop out there, pirate! Show my rich friends how defective you are,” she laughed. I didn’t cry. My billionaire husband handed me a briefcase. I walked out wearing a $500,000 custom gold-titanium blade. The VIP investors she was trying to impress immediately stood up and bowed to me, because…
Part 1: The Scent of Desperation The Hollywood Hills possess a highly specific, almost intoxicating scent in the stagnant heat of mid-afternoon. It is a …
My stepsister hosted a luxury pool party, hiding my clothes so I’d have to expose my prosthetic leg. “Hop out there, pirate! Show my rich friends how defective you are,” she laughed. I didn’t cry. My billionaire husband handed me a briefcase. I walked out wearing a $500,000 custom gold-titanium blade. The VIP investors she was trying to impress immediately stood up and bowed to me, because… Read More....