The night of the Whittaker family reunion, Serena stood on the terrace where they had erased her two years ago, holding the microphone that had been passed to her like a grenade. Eleanor smiled…
The night air carried the scent of expensive perfume and cut grass, but Serena Whitaker—no, Serena Brooks now—felt none of it. She stood at the edge of the terrace, watching the Whittaker family reunion unfold under the string lights, a place she had been invited to only because her name carried weight now. Two years … Read more