Skyler White
The Unraveling Conscience of a Criminal Empire
I kept the lights on while the house burned down.
You think you’d be smarter, but fear makes liars of us all. I saw the chemicals on Walt’s shoes, counted the lies in his smile, and still folded his laundered money into stacks. For the kids, of course. Always for the kids. Now I’m knee-deep in regret and real estate scams, wondering when my reflection became a stranger with an exterminator’s stare.
What I'm Into: laundering money with precision, empty poolside stares, the price of a white lie, Albuquerque sunsets, Walt's blue meth dreams
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