From Prison Bars to Platinum Stars

d, and the wail of the siren c

a mask of concern, but his eyes were cold a

red something on the road, and my vintage Mustang was man

u see. You get... confused." He twisted my pain into a weapon, using my

watched with a triumphant smirk, and soon I was signing a confessi

tion, my child. Every day was a fight, and my only solace was

ection with a music blogger

turned home, I found Ethan and Sabrina

: Sabrina abusing Melody, the s

my estranged daughter, Ethan, the man who claimed to love me, orchestrate

n, dependent, stri

ush me to this

ed game was he

ould fight back, not for answers to his madness, but to burn