Sometimes I feel like a wind-up doll. Turn my key, and I will tell you exactly what you want to hear.
My name is Ani FaNelli. Soon, I'll be an editor at the New York Times magazine. And in six weeks, I'm getting married in a lavish but tasteful ceremony. Luke comes from money. But I have something no trust fund can buy. The edge. Love my work. Hate babies. I am this close to the life no one thought I deserved.
I don't know what's me and what part I invented.
I carried this horrible thing with me alone for years, and it has built up this rage inside of me.
People wanna know. Were you a hero or an accomplice?