The hum of the city felt like a distant, vibrating memory as Elea sat in the driver's seat of her nondescript sedan, parked three blocks away from the penthouse. Her eyes were fixed on a small, pulsing green dot on her smartphone screen. Earlier that morning, while Kai was preoccupied with a phone call in the study, she had slipped into the garage and placed a microscopic adhesive tracker beneath the rear bumper of his car. It was a risk, a desperate play born from the wreckage of their living room and the growing mountain of inconsistencies she could no longer ignore.
"Where are you going, Kai?" she whispered to the empty car, her voice barely audible over the soft purr of the engine.
The green dot began to move. It glided through the heart of Zurich, weaving through the morning traff
