Chapter 53
Nina’s POV
The pilot’s voice came through the headset, calm and clear. “Welcome to Gstaad.”
I sat pressed against Nana in the narrow back seat, our shoulders touching, her hand resting lightly on my knee like she could feel how much I needed the contact. I leaned toward the window, forehead against the cold glass, and looked down.
The village appeared beneath us like a secret that had been waiting. A small cluster of chalets with steep roofs buried under thick snow, windows glowing warm yellow against the white.
Church spires rose thin and dark, cutting the sky. Streets curved between the houses like gentle paths drawn in powder. Pine trees stood tall, branches heavy with frost, and the whole place shimmered under the moon and the chopper’s searchlight.
It was the mo
