The mother and son were alone in the living room.
June Coleman couldn't quite hide her emotions. The color drained from her face as she gripped her teacup tightly. In a low voice only they could hear, she said, "Kian, Nia is practically your half-sister. You were able to care for someone you're not even related to for over ten years; can't you spare just a little of that affection for Nia? At the end of the day, she's the one who shares a true blood tie with you..."
"Ms. Coleman." Kian Sterling didn't even bother calling her Mother. His voice was calm, but his words cut to the bone. "So what if we're not blood-related? If you hadn't taken matters into your own hands back then, the person you claim I have no blood tie with would be far closer to me than just a sister. What right do you have to feel aggrieved? If anyone should feel wronged, shouldn't it be Cece and I?"
'We should have had the closest relationship in the world—inseparable, destined to grow old together.'
