[POV: Sofia Lanka]

"Does she still think I’m a stranger, Jack? Does she still look at me and see the 'bad lady' Elena warned her about, or is she just pretending to sleep so she doesn’t have to acknowledge that the world she knew was a lie?"

Sofia stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the primary suite in the Monroe villa, her forehead pressed against the cool glass. Below, the manicured gardens were bathed in the silvery light of a moon that seemed too indifferent to the wreckage of her family. The flight back from Italy had been a silent, agonizing blur of sterilized air and the hum of medical...