When Snow Falls, My Hair Will Be Silver

I, Eleanor, made a decision Julian would never approve of. Behind his back, I sent Seraphina, the young woman he had taken in, to a top music academy abroad.

Julian Sterling, a man always described as aloof and unapproachable, a picture of cool indifference, instantly snapped. He was convinced I had deliberately gotten rid of his "little rose." In a fit of rage, he threw our five-year-old son, Leo, onto a cruise ship headed for the Arctic, demanding I bring Sera back.

I watched, paralyzed, as Leo cried uncontrollably on the ship. The vessel was already moving into international waters.