The memory came to Aryyah with startling clarity as she stood in the penthouse, Grace sleeping peacefully in her bassinet, the funeral reception still continuing miles away at the Petersons estate where she'd made polite excuses about the baby needing quiet.

Five days before Catherine died.

Catherine's private hospital room had smelled of lilies and antiseptic, the old woman propped against pillows with oxygen tube in her nose, but her eyes remained sharp as ever despite the cancer ravaging ...