“Stop overreacting, you’re ruining her day!” my mother hissed, grabbing my hair and pushing me over the balcony railing at my sister’s party. I blacked out. When I woke up, the upscale venue was surrounded by federal agents, and my mother was sobbing on her knees while my sister held a document and begged me…

William had murmured the night the invitation arrived, watching me trace the embossed lettering. His jaw was set in that rigid line he only used when discussing his mother.

But from the floor, where he was building a complicated architectural marvel out of wooden blocks, Lucas looked up. “I want to get along with Grandma,” he said softly, his blue eyes continue reading …