Outside the courthouse, my mother, Melissa Tanner, shoved my duffel bag into my arms. She pulled out her phone and kept checking the date of the lottery drawing before waving me off."Don't call me unless it's important. I've got a whole family to deal with over here."All she cared about was that ten-million-dollar lottery ticket. She couldn't wait to get rid of me, the burden in her life.I said nothing. Bag in hand, I walked over to the Maybach waiting at the curb.My father, Derek Bennett, frowned as he eyed my threadbare, pilled clothes.The back window rolled down. Carson Sutton, my stepmother's son, pinched his nose in disgust. "So this is your son from the sticks, Mr. Bennett? What's that sour reek coming off his clothes?"In the front passenger seat, his older sister, Natalie Sutton, turned and gave me a cold once-over. She didn't say a word, but the contempt in her eyes was unmistakable.Dad stood outside the car door, looking flustered and awkward. He wanted to offer
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