CHAPTER 77

SOPHIA'S POV

The high cliffside house in Cap Ferrat sat wrapped in a soft purple evening light, looking out over the quiet stretch of the French Riviera. Tall cypress trees swayed gently in the sea wind, and they threw long, elegant shadows across the clay terrace and the blue water of the pool that seemed to run right into the sea. After the icy water of Monte Carlo harbor and the wild escape down the French coast, this quiet house felt less like a hideout and more like a place out of a dream.

I stood by the tall glass doors of the main bedroom, wrapped in a...