Naomi had spent years grinding it out in a small town, settling for a bad marriage, while Vivian had lived every day of that same stretch as the pampered Sinclair heiress.
Given all that, it wasn't unreasonable to expect some return on the family's investment. That expectation was the entire reason they'd taken her in to begin with.
Thinking about how Naomi had finally come home, and about every quiet and not-so-quiet shot Vivian had already taken at her, something in Marcus's expression hardened further.
Every instinct told him to let his anger loose on her right now. Reason won out over that instinct, barely.
"I called you in to talk about your biological parents." Marcus didn't dance around it.
The color drained completely from Vivian's already pale face. Her hands twisted into the
