“A small town outside of Atlanta. We had a peach farm.” “I’m from Wildheart.” “I’ve heard of it.” “How’d you end up in LA? In…” “The bowels of hell?” She doesn’t look at me, just wraps her arms around her waist. “My parents gave me to Gavin.” I shake my head like I’ve heard her wrong. “You wanna say that again?” She shrugs like it’s obvious. “He saw me singing in a dive bar and offered my parents the chance to make a star out of me. We needed the money and they…they turned me over. Like I didn’t matter.”
