erly Brian Lester. He was the man who had married into the family, my father's ambitious busin

h an air of absolute authorit

oss the manicured lawn. He sided immediately with his ch

ame," he announced to the press. "The Hughes family will not be ha

ted by Brian's command. He stood there, flanked by his son and daughter, the picture of a united,

, a new sound cut through the air. A low, r

thwump-

ing for the vast, open lawn right behind the gate. It was a sleek

ent into a frenzy, their cameras swinging from me to the helicopter. Br

pter door

epped Anna

ty. The one who lived quietly on her ranch in Montana, the one everyone thought was

search for me. She had seen the live

silver hair pulled back in a tight bun. Her face was lined wi

icopter, her gaze fixed on Brian