The room was no longer the sterile, overwhelming white of the hospital, but a custom-built medical suite adjoining the main nursery of the Russian estate. Yet, the atmosphere remained the same: suspended, silent, and heavy with unspoken dread. A month. A month since the bloody, panicked extraction from Paros. Two weeks since she was wheeled into surgery to save her life and the lives of our twin sons. Two weeks of her lying still, fighting the overwhelming exhaustion and the violence of the ...