andbag onto a velvet chair as if she owned the place. She looke

w and conspiratorial. "The real leading lady is

my mother was a raw, open wound, and Chloe's words were salt poured directl

yes that could be incredibly warm or chillingly cold. Today, they were not even looking at me. His entire focus was on t

air that cascaded over her shoulders. She smiled up at Ethan, a picture of grace and adoration. He smile

ardening as if my very presence was an inconvenience. T

pped. "Get the guest room next to mine

ext to his. My own bedroom was at the opposite end of

o say, my voice sounding

nice to finally meet you. Ethan has told me so much about you. Thank you for taking such good care of

s, the same almond shape as mine. Then her smile, the way her nose crinkled slightly. The curve of her jaw. It was like looking into a disto

metimes looked at me with a strange, fleeting disappointment. The way he called me by his pet name for

icked at the corners of my eyes, hot and sharp, but I blinked them back. I would not cry in front of them. Instead, a grim, wry s

well. I had just been too blind, too desperate for affection, to see it. The truth didn'