Walk home,” my mother-in-law laughed as she ordered me out of the van in front of a luxury resort. “Maybe poverty will take you back.” My husband joined the laughter while wine dripped down my ruined dress. I stood alone, fighting back tears, until a security guard checked my ID. His face instantly went pale. “Madam… this resort belongs to you?” I smiled. “I needed to know who my real family was first…”
Chapter 1: The Dust and the Sovereign The white, chalky dust from the luxury van’s heavy tires billowed up into the sweltering coastal air, settling over my cheap, faux-leather sandals. It clung to my bare ankles and stuck to the hem of my pale blue linen dress, where the dark, jagged, unmistakable stain of Claire’s … Read more
