CHAPTER 12: LITTLE PRINCESS THAT GOT AWAY
NOAH'S POV
My phone buzzed at noon.
I was in the middle of a call with the Milan team when Matteo set a note face-down on my desk.
That only ever meant one thing: it was urgent, and it was important.
I wrapped up the call in under two minutes and flipped the paper over.
Subject: Sighting confirmed. JFK arrivals. 10:47 AM.
There was a photograph attached.
I stared at it for a long time.
Four years. Four years of dead ends, redirected trails, and an investigation team that cost me more than most people earned in a lifetime. And there she was, walking through JFK airport like she had never been gone. As if she hadn't completely vanished the morning after I left to get her breakfast.
Twenty minutes. That was all I was gone.
I had only left
