Chapter Thirty Three The Gilded Horizon
The private island was a speck of emerald in a sea of sapphire. We arrived by helicopter two days after the wedding. Alexander sat across from me with Chase on his lap. The boy was pointing at the turquoise water and the white sand that looked like sugar. Alexander was explaining the geography of the Caribbean as if he were teaching a king about his domain. I watched the rotor blades slice through the humid air and felt the distance between my old life and this one growing by thousands of miles.
The house on the island was a masterpiece of glass and driftwood. It sat on a cliff overlooking a private cove where the waves whispered against the shore. There were no fences here because the ocean was the fence. There were no guards at the door because t
