Chapter 45
Victoria stood close to the window in the round breakfast nook, afraid sitting would put her right to sleep. Her mind’s eye, one of the most powerful tools Jaji taught her how to use, overlaid the dying early winter garden with the vibrant riot of life during the height of summer.
She’d been looking at flowers in every shade and shape on the day of that first interview, row upon row of vegetables at their peak, and a greenhouse bursting with tropical abundance.
She’d been sitting across from Rob McDuff, seeing him as nothing more than a casual distraction in her life and her plans.
The difference a few months made was nothing short of staggering.
That was something else her beloved nanny had taught her about, more than her mother or any of her school teachers ever had.
How
