Elena paced before the hearth, a troubled expression on her face. She let out agitated sighs, lost in thought. Emily watched her in silence, her own sense of panic rising, but she did not know what to do.
Alistair was coming. He was on a commercial flight and was expected to arrive tomorrow morning. Elena did not want her father to know about the rift in her marriage to Evander, and she certainly could not let him see that his daughter and son-in-law were no longer living together. What would he say? Elena could not bear to disappoint him and make him hate Evander all over again. She refused to let the terrible events of years ago repeat themselves.
“What are you going to do, Miss?” Emily asked, unable to stay quiet any longer.
Elena stopped, her face wrought with anxiety. She did not a
