Chapter 53

Flora's POV

I had not spoken to Lysa since that moment at the airport. I could still smell it-my father's scent clinging too strongly to my nanny's bosom, too boldly for comfort. The thought gnawed at me, tearing little strips of trust from the bond we'd shared since we met. Lysa had been my shadow, my confidante, my shield. But now, my mind was a storm of questions I couldn't answer.

By the time my plane landed in America, exhaustion and bitterness churned together inside my ...