Zurich smelled like snow and secrets.

The last time Sophie had been in the city, she was sixteen — dressed in black, sulking through a Phoenix donor banquet Mary forced her to attend. That night, she’d sneaked away from the hotel, headphones in, found a riverside bookstore, and pretended for two hours that she was invisible.

Now?

Zurich didn’t offer invisibility.

Only reckoning.

Sophie and Alexander arrived quietly — no paparazzi, no red carpets, just sleek wheels over cobblestones and two passports handed to a concierge at a historic heritage suite facing Lake Zurich. The sky hung low, heavy with a storm that hadn’t quite decided whether it wanted to...