~~Claire~~
“Mom, look,” Kieran says, pointing toward the driveway. “They’re here.”
He’s peeking through the drapes like a little spy on a secret mission. By ‘they,’ I assume he means his half-siblings—Vivian, Grant, and Nate.
The unholy trinity.
Vivian, the eldest at 36, is a brilliant surgeon with a God complex. She always looks at me like I’m something she found on the bottom of her Jimmy Choos. Grant, the middle child, is 33 and an investment banker. He has all the charm of a parking ticket. And Nate, the youngest, is a 31-year-old software engineer with a grin that makes my skin crawl.
They’ve never liked me. I suspect it’s because I’m younger—closer to their age than their father’s.
The only reason I agreed to this meeting was Kieran. Because they claimed the meeting’s about hi
