At the restaurant, before the dishes were served, the waiter brought over champagne.

Ivy Collins poured a glass for each of the four of them, then picked up her own. She turned to Onyx Birch and Jake Collins with a calm yet casual expression.

Half-serious, half-indifferent, she said, “Richard Collins raised me for twenty-one years, and to this day, I still hate him. After I went to college, I realized that family doesn’t mean much to me. Recently, when I found ...