Rose stared at the photos spread across the marble countertop of Herod's penthouse kitchen. Grainy images captured through a long-distance lens, yet clear enough to show what mattered. Camille and Alexander outside Boston Memorial Hospital. His hand holding something small. Her visible shock. Their embrace. And most damning of all, her hand afterward, a distinctive ring glinting on her finger.

"She's engaged," Rose whispered, the words burning her throat like acid. ...