One year ago I was Adele McKenzie. Today I am almost the same Adele but with a different pen name. No one knows my face, no one knows the person behind the book and I intended to keep it that way. Until now. You see, I am not a sane person. I am the kind that has so much baggage it's a miracle I'm able to carry it, let alone pretend to be okay with the constant struggle I'm having on the inside. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for everything I've accomplished, yet I'm scared the truth will come out and the world will see my true face. Every bad thing that ever happened to me might get exposed and the ugliness of everything will be the headline of some fancy magazine. Is the truth the price I have to pay for success? Because I don't know if I can make it out of this alive.