My sister ripped my shirt apart in front of two hundred guests and laughed at the scars across my back. For one stunned moment, even the champagne seemed to stand still.

and overseas accounts under my brother’s name.

The only sound in the ballroom was the low hum of the projector.

Celeste took a step back. “That’s fake.”

“No,” Admiral Reed said. “It’s evidence.”

My father pointed at me, his face flushed, every trace of his polished mask gone. “You ungrateful little liar. Everything you have came from me.”

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