Chapter Fifty
The Shadow of the Past
The peaceful world we had built in the mansion did not last long. Two weeks after we returned from the island, the storm came back. But this time, the storm did not come from the sky. It came from the television and the newspapers.
It started on a Thursday morning. Alexander was sitting at the breakfast table, laughing with Chase about a drawing of a green sea turtle. The room was warm and full of light. Then, Alexander’s private phone began to ring. It did not stop.
He answered it, and his face instantly turned from warm brown to a terrible, cold grey. He did not say many words. He just said, "I am coming to the office now."
He stood up so fast his chair almost fell backward. He looked at me, and his blue eyes were wide with a shock that made my
