Beyond the Billionaire's Shadow

The air in the small living room was thick, heavy, mirroring the cold dread gripping my stomach.

My father, Richard, cleared his throat, his eyes avoiding mine, avoiding my mother' s.

"Emily, the papers are signed," he said, his voice flat.

"It's done."

He then looked at me and my younger sister, Jessica.

"Girls, you need to decide. Who you want to live with."

I was Sarah, and this was my second chance, my second life.

The memories of the first one were branded into me.