The first thing I saw in my aunt's house was a sentence floating above my cousin's head: THE FAMILY DARLING ARC BEGINS. I was sixteen, freshly orphaned, and carrying one suitcase into a home where everyone already knew their lines. My cousin Bea was the girl the town adored; I was supposed to be the grateful niece who smiled beside her. But when the Vale family's charitable foundation began using my late mother's work to polish its image, I had to decide whether keeping my new family meant staying quiet. If I told the truth, would my aunt still see me as her daughter—or only as the girl who took Bea's place?