FAMILY SHADOWS
The weeks dragged on in a painful rhythm. I stayed in the guest room, focusing on Silverline during the day and avoiding Adrian as much as possible in the evenings. He had fully stopped trying to reach me. Our conversations, when they happened, were short and cold.
One evening, as I sat in the guest room reviewing financial reports, my phone rang. It was Emma, my younger sister.
I hesitated before answering. “Emma.”
“Well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “If it isn’t the great Evelyn Carter. Or should I say Evelyn Harrison? Though I hear that name doesn’t mean much anymore.” I closed my laptop. “What do you want, Emma?”
She laughed lightly. “I heard the news. You resigned from Harrison Group. Just like that. Walked away from the perfect life. I
