Welcome to the wonderful Sinclair family.
With us, there are no criminals.
No drug addicts.
No hiccups.
The Sinclairs are athletic, handsome, slender. We are an old fortune. Our smiles are sparkling, our chins square, our baseline serves aggressive.
It doesn't matter if divorces tear our hearts apart so much that our pulse struggles. It doesn't matter if trust accounts shrink like hell; if unpaid credit card statements are lying around on the kitchen table. It doesn't matter if the bottles of pills pile up on the nightstand.
It doesn't matter if one of us is terribly, hopelessly in love.
In love so much that equally desperate measures are called for.
We are the Sinclairs.
With us, no one is dependent.
No one is wrong.
We live, at least in the summer, on a private island off the coast of Massachusetts.
That might be all you need to know.
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We were liars
أدب المراهقينWelcome to the wonderful Sinclair family. They are all handsome, rich, slender, athletic, intelligent. None have the right to fail. They spend their summers on a private island off Cape Cod. Cadence is the oldest of the grandchildren. Here is his st...
