While Selina conversed in the conservatory, the atmosphere in the guest wing of the villa was painfully dark.

In a quiet, darkened bedroom down the hall, Tina lay curled in a tight ball on top of the covers. The heavy velvet drapes were drawn shut, blocking out the morning sun. Since the news of her mother Faith’s death, Tina had not eaten a single bite. She couldn't sleep, she couldn't cry anymore, and she couldn't even bring herself to get out of bed. The plate of cold toast and tea resting on the nightstand remained completely untouched.

The bedroom door creaked open softly, letting in a streak of warm light...