I talked.
Starting from when I'd assumed my parents were the wealthiest people in the world. I mean, they sent me to college in the US to study Media and Communication. They had plans to own a grand radio station, which I'd assume I'd be managing when I was done with school. I was eighteen when I left Nigeria.
Fast forward to age twenty-two when my graduation gift was their demise wrapped up in the news that they were broke as fuck. The only thing they managed to leave was the house and truck. My dad had been scammed and sold all his things to pay debts, well, he managed to preserve the house because it was in my name.
Their death was an unfortunate accident – a headlong trailer crash.
Anyway, I found myself stranded in a foreign country without money or family, except Jasper who grudgingly took me in. He shared a two-bedroom apartment with Tukor.
