The Woman They Humiliated Owned Everything

document on the table.

“It isn’t.”

Adrian picked it up.

His face changed as he read.

Birth records. Legal correspondence. A private investigator’s invoice. Orson Veyne’s name. My mother’s name. My name.

His lips parted.

“No,” he said softly.

Celeste looked at the window, refusing to meet either of our eyes.

Adrian looked at me.

“You’re my sister.”

The words continue reading …