near the fireplace in a navy blazer, holding a glass of bourbon.
Nobody seemed surprised by my arrival.
That was when I understood.
They had been waiting.
“What is this?” I asked.
Dylan smiled.
“You’re moving out tonight, Mara.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“I need your upstairs bedroom for an office. The walk-in closet is perfect for my client clothes, and Mom and Dad agree that it’s time everyone started contributing according to their potential.”
I waited for someone to laugh.
Nobody did.
Dad cleared his throat.
“Your brother
