ROXANNE

The sun was out in full force this Saturday, spilling through the high windows of the Pack House and making everything look brighter than it actually felt.

I was sitting in the small sunroom, pushing a piece of dry toast around my plate. I wasn't hungry, but Alejandro had already checked on me twice this morning to make sure I was eating "for the sake of the heir."

That was his favorite phrase lately, especially ever since our last visit to the doctor where we were told that the baby wasn't developing properly.

He was protective, sure, but it was the kind of protection you gave to an expensive...