A secret is a glimpse into the past. A glimpse of something hidden... My family’s secrets are like dead corpses shoved into cupboards, abandoned to rot and stew. To be forgotten. All it took was a freak accident, the death of my best friend, to loosen the lock and let all those secrets waft out, ripe with the smell of betrayal. In order to tell a story, you have to go back to the beginning; before things get out of control, before the cupboard door breaks open. And I, Lucien Kinkaid, am going to do just that.