Alexandra had carried the anger for twenty -five winters, but somewhere along the way, she had grown tired of carrying it. She had spent winters remembering what Madison had done, remembering the lies and the way Madison had disappeared the moment she realized Alexandra knew the truth. Now, as the car carried her toward her residence, Alexandra found herself wondering what good another twenty -five winters of anger would do.
Then there was Darius.
Her son had never hidden his anger toward Madison, but he had never stopped loving her either. Alexandra had seen it in the way his expression changed whenever his mother's name came up and in the questions he asked about her even when he pretended he didn't care.
She knew Darius well enough to understand one thing.
He would not come home without Madison.
If Alexandra wanted Darius back in the kingdom, she had to be willing to open the door for his mother too.
That was why she had come to Egypt.
