Evelyn stared at the bright smartphone screen held in Sarah's hands. The official flight log was right there in front of her eyes. It showed the landing clearance in dark black letters. Julian had not flown to a corporate business meeting. He had flown straight to a private brain trauma clinic in Zurich, Switzerland.

Her blue eyes widened as a heavy, painful weight settled deep in her chest. The words from his note flashed through her mind like a cold joke. He had written that he loved her, yet he had lied directly to her face and flown across the world in the dark hours of the morning.

"A brain...