The morning sun broke over Lake Geneva, casting a warm golden light across the snow-capped Swiss Alps.
Inside the private medical wing of the Laurent Estate, the air was warm and smelled of fresh jasmine. Little Leo was fast asleep on a large plush sofa, wrapped in a fleece blanket, his small hand still clutching the antique pocket watch.
Standing by the grand arched window overlooking the lake was Ethan.
He had washed away the soot and blood from the bunker. Worn out from the adrenaline high, his tall frame looked relaxed for the first time in two years. His dark eyes were fixed on the sunrise, but his thoughts were entirely on the woman standing a few feet away.
Sophia stepped into the room carrying two warm cups of chamomile tea. She wore a soft cream knit sweater, her long dark hai
