OLIVIAThe drive back to the city was quiet.Ethan stared out the window, his jaw tight, his hands resting on his knees. I didn't try to fill the silence. There was nothing I could say that would make any of it easier. His entire life had been rewritten in the space of an hour. His father wasn't his father. His uncle was. And the man who'd raised him, who'd given him his name and his inheritance and his place in the world, had been living a lie.I thought about my own family. My mother and father, who'd raised me in a modest house in Chicago with hand-me-down furniture and home-cooked meals. They'd never lied to me. They'd never hidden anything. They were exactly who they said they were.And I'd spent years running from them. Hiding from them. Avoiding their calls because I was too ashamed of the mess my life had become.I pulled out my phone and called my mother."Olivia?" Her voice was warm, surprised. "It's late, sweetheart. Is everything alright?""I'm fine, Mom. I just wanted to
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