Anna stepped through the front door of the Briggs estate with her heart pounding. Her palms were cold. Her lips pressed into a tight line. Waiting for her in the sitting room were all the people who had raised her....or pretended to.

Her grandfather sat at the center, his cane leaning against the armrest. Beside him were her adoptive parents. Michelle’s parents stood to one side, their expressions a mix of cold fury and disappointment.

The silence was thick. Tense. Judgmental.

Her grandfather ...