POV: Olivia

The invitation to the family meeting hit my phone like a grenade. Its definitely Sofia’s handiwork, no doubt crying to Mom and lying to make herself look good, as usual. Dominic and I exchanged looks in the car on the way over.

“Whatever lies she’s spun, we’ll set it straight,” he said, squeezing my hand. His calm steadied me. We’d faced her barbs before, but this felt bigger, pulling in the whole family. We pulled up to the house, the one loaded with memories I’d rather forget. Mom flung the door open before we knocked, her face a storm cloud.

“Finally. Get in here.” She orders sternly. Dad...