On New Year's Eve, my half brother called while I was trying to get a stubborn jar of pasta sauce open, and the first thing he said was, "I found the ledger from the winter you left." I hadn't spoken to Miles in eleven years, not since I walked out of the Tideglass Inn at eighteen with one suitcase and my father's accusation following me down the porch steps. Now Miles was seventeen, and his voice shook as he told me our father planned to sell the inn in two days. The sale wasn't what frightened me. The ledger was. It could prove my father knew I hadn't stolen the payroll money he blamed me for taking. I could return to Grayhaven and hear the truth from him at last, but I couldn't make him mean it. The harder question was whether my brother could believe me before the people he loved asked him to choose a side.