LONDON

 

 

 

Something’s wrong. 

The moment we climbed up Moses’ new private jet, I knew something wasn’t right. I could feel it. I could smell it in the air.

It took a few minutes for Striker to talk to his dad, and they seemed in an intense and emotional conversation. When he came to me, he seemed to have carried the entire world over his shoulder.

“Is everything okay?” I asked him as he joined me.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” He held my hand and kissed it. “It’s our honeymoon.”

“And may I remind you, Cade, that I am your wife, and I ought to know everything, I mean everything,...