The yacht cut through the water, leaving a trail of white foam in its wake. Camille stood at the railing, wind whipping her hair across her face as the Manhattan skyline receded behind them. For the first time in weeks, the constant hum of tension in her shoulders began to ease.

Three days had passed since Victoria's surgery. Three days of Camille dividing her time between the hospital and the office, maintaining the fiction that Victoria was simply recovering from ...