KEIRA

I was sitting in the back of the taxi, feeling the familiar jolt of anxiety as the driver weaved through the city's busy streets. I had never been this anxious to see my father. The thought of confronting him about the text message I had received from my wicked stepbrother was making my nerves jangle.

As the taxi pulled up outside my father's office building, I took a deep breath and stepped out, my eyes never leaving the imposing building in front of me. The building had an ...