Summer 16

The Selvanys and the Sinclairs — two families built on legacy and power. The kind of power that rots quietly, hidden beneath polished smiles and inherited fortune. Power that you never wanted. Nor did the liars. All you ever craved was freedom.

You found that freedom — recklessly, beautifully — in Jonathan “Johnny” Dennis Sinclair. He was one of the liars. The ringleader. The wildfire. And you? You were just as dangerous.

Together, you were chaos dressed in sun-kissed skin and designer sunglasses. Party monsters with hearts too heavy for your age.

It was mid-July when it happened — the night everything started to shift. The air was thick with salt and secrets, music pulsing from the deck below. You were on the yacht’s edge, legs dangling, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers.

He looked at you like the world wasn’t burning behind him. And for a moment, under the bruised summer sky, it felt like it wasn’t.