Rebecca pushed open the door to her mother’s room without knocking. The sharp scent of nail polish filled the air, and Mrs. Tyler sat comfortably by the window, painting her nails a soft pink shade. Sunlight streamed through the half drawn curtains, glinting off her diamond bracelet.

Rebecca stood at the door for a moment, her jaw tight. “Of course,” she muttered bitterly. “I should’ve known this is what you’re best at sitting pretty while everyone else deals with the mess you helped create.”

Mrs. Tyler didn’t even look up. “Watch your tone, Rebecca. You’re in my house, not one of those tabloids you embarrass us in.”

Rebecca folded her...