Anna.
My back is ramrod straight as I stand outside my parents’ place. In the driveway is his car—Danny Junior, my older brother, who can’t stand the sight of me.
He was named after my father, just like my father was named after his. I don’t understand why my mother decided it was a good idea to invite me.
It makes no sense at all; she knows this dinner isn’t going to go well. The last time we had spoken, he said words he could never take back, and honestly, I don’t think he would even want to.
I had every right to take over Petrova. I went to college and did everything I needed to prepare for the day. Dad retired, but Danny didn't. He partied for a while and then decided he wanted to be an investor. He didn't want to be a jeweler, so it didn’t make sense for him to get upset.
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