HENRIETTA HILL POV
It's been days since I've left my private home office longer than the bathroom, and I've been having quick meals. I couldn’t stand being in the same room with all those sympathetic expressions. It ate at me too much.
I couldn’t believe it. I refused to believe that they were dead.
Michael was gone, and my heart broke at the sight of his mangled body.
Those fools out there thought my heart was breaking over the loss of the urchin that crawled out of me, but I couldn't care less about her or the boy. I was never a maternal person.
The only one that mattered to me was Alice.
It wasn’t because I felt this profound connection to her as a mother; no, it was because of what she represented. Power.
Her father had a mission, and that mission was to seize control over the e
