Chapter Sixty-Two: The Touch
The golden light of the afternoon had faded into a deep, velvet sapphire evening. The estate was perfectly quiet now; the children had been tucked into their beds hours ago after a long day of playing in the spring sunshine, and Alexander’s parents had retired to the privacy of the west wing. For the first time in weeks, the heavy responsibilities of the global foundation and the corporate empire had been completely locked outside the bedroom doors.
A single fire crackled softly in the master hearth, casting long, amber shadows across the dark mahogany floors and the massive, silk-draped bed.
I stood near the open balcony doors, looking out at the moonlight silvering the smooth surface of the Hudson River. The warm spring breeze blew through the sheer curt
