In the seat opposite her, dressed in a severely cut Ralph Lauren dress, Emily King sat rigid, the tension from her lanky frame swathing them all. There was such a depth of sadness in her gaze that Olivia couldn’t look away. Ever since she had arrived at Alexander’s penthouse this morning, mere hours before they had boarded the flight, Emily had attacked Alexander with a savage anger. And more surprising was Alexander’s infinite patience with his sister. Amid Emily’s continuous barbs and tantrums, he had been nothing but incredibly gentle. A chill crawled up Liv’s spine. Watching Emily was like looking in the mirror and seeing her most self-destructive version, even if she hadn’t known it then. Confused, starved for attention, willing to go to any lengths. With every passing minute, it was becoming harder and harder to keep her mouth shut. “We’ve been over this, Emily.” Alexander sighed as Emily, once again, refused anything to eat.
