The private jet touched down in Zurich just after midnight.
Arthur had insisted on sending his fastest plane. When I called him from the parking garage and explained what Sophia had told me, he did not hesitate. "Bring her home," he said. "Both of them. Whatever you need." The words echoed in my head as we climbed into the cabin and took our seats. Marcus sat beside me. Julian sat across the aisle. Sophia huddled near the window, still in her hotel slippers, staring at the clouds like they might offer answers.
Nobody spoke for the first hour. The weight of what we had learned pressed down on all of us. Somewhere out there, a sixteen-year-old girl was locked in a white room, waiting for someone to find her. Waiting for her sister. Waiting for a rescue that had been two years delayed.
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