Chapter 17: Adrian

The glass-and-steel lobby of the Vancouve Maritime Penthouse is a circus of my own creation.

As Donald and I step out of the private elevator, the flashbulbs of a hundred cameras blind me. Behind a barricade of polished silver stanchions, a crowd of prominent human rights advocates and child welfare activists are holding up professionally printed banners: “Give Luna Back to Her Father!” and “Trillionaire Wealth Cannot Buy a Child’s Soul!”

A prominent director from an international children’s rights watchdog group steps forward, pressing a hand to my shoulder for the rolling news cameras. "Stay strong, Adrian. The global community is watching this room today. They cannot...