Chapter TenAnne arrived at the Darlington Estates Farm in far worse shape than she’d left it, which was really saying something. She’d left in a fit of pique, wishing there was some way, any way out of her own life.
An idyllic affair with a powerful and wonderful man.
An Italian getaway.
And she’d been the one to find the remains of the Thai Minister of the Environment, whom she’d recognized by the Old World cufflinks that he’d worn to one of the dinners…there’d been little else to identify him by, though she was doing her best to block out that particular memory.
He’d been the first of many. Though there had been the miracle moments as well. She’d seen fewer and fewer of either as the relief effort took some shape and her role shifted away from the front line itself. Her ability to or
