pixiedustofmisfit
Nadia Analeigh Rae was ten years old the night she watched her mother fall down fourteen stairs - and watched the woman at the bottom look up at her before anyone else came running.
Six years under the roof of the woman who became her stepmother taught her how to disappear in plain sight. The only person who ever noticed her - food left outside her door, silence covered for, a hand steady on her elbow when she stumbled - was the stepmother's son. She hated him for it. She hated him more for being the only kind thing in a house built on lies she couldn't yet prove.
Eight years and a stolen name later, Nadia comes home. Twenty-four, unrecognizable, an intern under her own father's roof with no one the wiser - not her father, not her stepmother, and not Cole, the boy who once left rice balls outside her door and now stops her in a hallway certain he knows her face from somewhere.
Her plan is simple: get close, take everything, burn it down.
What she doesn't plan for is finding out exactly what Cole's mother did to him too - and falling, slowly and against every rule she made for herself, for the one person her revenge was never supposed to cost.