“Prepare the private transport and secure a medical pavilion at our estate in Zurich. In exactly five days, I am leaving the country permanently.”
The words cut through the suffocating silence of the dark bedroom like a razor, cold, sharp, and entirely devoid of the trembling hesitation that had defined Larissa Miller for the last two years. I stood rigid by the window of our small downtown apartment, holding the encrypted black satellite phone tightly against my ear. Outside, the rain in Veridian City was hitting the glass pane in a frantic, chaotic rhythm, but my reflection in the dark glass was perfectly, chillingly still. The tear tracks on my cheeks had already dried into tight, stiff lines, burning away the last remnants of my naivety and leaving behind an unyielding layer of pure a
