Riley

“Riley.”

The sound of my name echoed behind me. I paused, my fingers loosening around my glass as I turned. When I looked up, I saw Nora walking toward me with a wide, radiant smile on her face, one hand lifted in a cheerful wave, the other firmly intertwined with Matthew’s.

Matthew walked beside her, tall and rigid, his face completely blank. He didn’t smile, didn’t react to the curious glances thrown his way. Around him, guests subtly adjusted themselves, some stepping closer with polite smiles, others keeping a careful distance. No one wanted to offend someone with the Sinclair name. It didn’t matter that Matthew was adopted. To...