Two years later.
I rested my chin in my hands, slumping by the study's floor-to-ceiling window, stressing out. Ethan had told me he'd check my quarterly industry reports soon, and I'd only gotten through the first two pages! This was such a nightmare!
In the distance, Holly's study carried clear voices of analysis. She stood in front of the whiteboard, laying out merger models fluently, sounding totally professional. I sighed again. Another total genius was blooming in this family.
Holly had completely changed after what happened two years ago. She stopped throwing tantrums and picking fights. The only thing that stayed the same was the occasional sharp side-eye she shot my way.
She got up at six every morning and rested at eleven every night, never skipping a single lesson. Her busi
