Tracy POV

I stood there watching Vanya act all high and mighty, and I felt my blood boiling with anger. This pathetic woman who used to beg Bernard for grocery money was now sitting in one of the most expensive restaurants in Sacramento, acting like she owned the place. But something about this whole situation wasn't adding up, and I was starting to piece things together.

The man sitting across from Vanya looked familiar. Very familiar. I squinted my eyes, studying his face more carefully, ...