The dawn light in Geneva filtered through the tall curtained windows of Olivia's suite at Clair de Lune Retreat, painting the walls in gauzy gold. Alexander stood by the low writing desk, absently tracing the edge of the windflower resin bulb they'd brought home. Leo slept in the adjoining room, curled beneath a blanket patterned with Alpine blooms.
Olivia watched Alexander from the plush armchair by the fireplace, a cup of herbal tea warming her hands. Though her body felt stronger each day, her heart fluttered with uneasy hope. Reuniting had been more achingly joyous than she ever imagined—but now, in the wake of that miracle, she wondered how to bridge the distance wrought by years of secrets and pain.
Alexander turned, catching her gaze. For a heartbeat, his face was gripped by longi
