Tony and Althea Wilde are handsome men, basking in the rays of fame, actors known to everyone, my parents. They were admired, they were envied, they were loved. They were called Wild Flowers, so bright and independent they were. We spent every summer in a house by the sea - in the house that sheltered my orphaned father during the time when the world was torn apart by the horrors of World War II. My father was my hero, my best friend, he gave my brother and me a golden childhood, but the ghosts of the past will never let him go. And sooner or later they will overtake us all. We could be very happy if we were not poisoned by the bitter juice of lies. I am Cordelia Wilde. A singer without a voice. A daughter without a father. Wild Flower. And this is my story.