Emily’s POV

The heavy iron gates of the Greenwich estate slid closed behind our Suburban, locking out the noise of the outside world.

For the first time in fifteen long years, the heavy, suffocating dark cloud hanging over Daniel seemed to completely vanish.

As we stepped into the grand foyer, Grace set her coat on the arm of the leather sofa and let out a long, shuddering sigh of pure relief. "I still can't believe it. Adrian Cole is actually in a holding cell."

Daniel walked over to the crystal decanter on the sideboard, pouring three glasses of vintage champagne. He handed one to Grace, one to me, and raised...