Once a year she came back to the States to give readings for what had become a perennially popular event where children dressed up in bird costumes. When she walked down the street people often recognized her, and she was always willing to sign scraps of paper for someone's child or present a fan with one of the bookplates she carried in her purse. She was a writer who had published an extremely popular children's book.
She was the good sister, the perfect sister, the one who had everything. And then when she got there, Allie had already taken care of everything, just as she always did.Īllie was older by thirteen months. Allie hadn't even asked for her help it was their mother, Lucy, who'd told Maddy she should go to London and assist with the preparations she was the maid of honor after all. That was what had happened to Maddy this past spring when she'd come to London to help plan her sister's wedding. There was the kind that helped raise a person above her failings and there was the desperate sort that struck when someone least wanted or expected it. There was good love and there was bad love. They would never have guessed she would throw her life away so easily, without thinking twice. They had no idea she was a traitor to her own flesh and blood. Many people thought she was beautiful and smart, but none of those people mattered. She was thirty-four years old and had graduated from Oberlin and NYU Law School, a tall woman with long black hair. Madeline wasn't stupid she was an attorney in New York. She was madly, horribly, ridiculously in love with the wrong man and it made her want to lie there on the bed, immobilized. Maddy felt hot and exhausted from her travels but she didn't bother to turn on the air conditioner.
Everything smelled like cedar and lavender.
The air was still and filled with dust motes the windows hadn't been opened in months. She had flown to London from New York two days ahead of schedule and was now checked into her room at the Lion Park Hotel in Knightsbridge.
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