I was feeling like a teenager. A very jealous, bitter teenager at the sight of my father and adopted brother. Two years had not done a damn thing there too. I still hated how easily they fell into conversation, shutting out the world around them, me included. I hated the million things they seemed to have in common when they shared nothing genetically except for their love for the same woman. While we sat around the breakfast table, the two Sterlings had toasted, chatted about the future, laying out plans, directions they thought my father's company could take and I was forced to watch, grinding my teeth at what should have been my life. I was the rightful heir, but somehow, since the arrival of Amelia and Jack, my inheritance was no longer a given.
I glared at my coffee cup wishing it wa
