Charlotte pressed her lips together. If her memory served her right, Julian knew full well about the strained relationship between her and the Sheridan family.

She recalled one particular year during Grandma Hawthornes birthday celebration. Both her parents had attended. Her father, tipsy and loose-tongued, had said things better left unsaid.

Charlotte could still picture the expressions on the faces of the Hawthornes. She would never forget them.

She ...