To say I was astonished was an understatement. Memories of the last day I spent at the villa in Gold Valley soiled my optimism. I felt gut-punched, remembering all the times she stole my thunder.

Crossing my arms, I glanced up and down at her, but she hadn't noticed me yet. Did I even want to make eye contact with her? All that was going through my head was the ten years she had slowly weaseled her way into my family.

What was she doing here, anyway? ...