Nana Chandler’s POV

The sunlight gleamed off the polished black limousine as it rolled to a stop in front of Chandler Enterprises. Photographers and reporters swarmed the entrance, flashes going off like fireworks. The world thought I was dead, but today was the day I made my grand return.

As I stepped out of the car, the murmur of the crowd grew to a deafening roar. Rachel and Rowan, my beloved grandchildren, stood frozen at the top of the steps, shock and disbelief etched into their faces. They hadn’t seen me in years, not since I was presumed dead in that boating accident off the coast of Alaska.

The truth...