ottom of the grand staircase, a warm, sticky wetn
ent straight to my stepsister, Brooke, who was slumped against the wall, her face a mask of
ld have ever married you." The words hit me harder than the fall. Brooke, nestled in his arms, looked at me with a triumphant smirk. She whispered to Ja
oving parents, trying to stop the demolition, were crushed and killed by falling debris. Th
sion, carrying my parents' ashes, Jake' s friends snickered, thinking I' d crawl back. J
was ready on the skyscraper rooftop. They thought I was a broken, penniless artis