Long after the house went quiet and Flora drifted off, Scarlett slipped out to the living room. She picked up the key card and stared at it for a long time. Then she opened the box and drew out a cigar, lifting it slowly to her nose.

She wasn't undecided so much as afraid.

She had grown used to this life. Used to being Mrs. Damien Hadley. Used, even, to having Jeremy in it — over the past year, he'd worked himself to the bone for this family, and that wasn't an ...