The Whitmores

This is a love story. My love story with the Whitmores.
Not a romantic one, though.

The Whitmores were brilliant, terrifyingly close, and utterly unique - a singular, golden unit in constant motion. They didn't just invite me into their world; they convinced me I was the crucial third element, the necessary mind that understood the trauma beneath their flawless surface.

This is not a fairytale, even if it starts like one. Not a confession, though it probably sounds like that too.

And once you understand who they really are, you may wish you'd stopped reading while everything still looked perfect.

But if you still want to read it, always remember:
it might look beautiful on the first pages, but nothing here is what it looks like.