The convoy rolled into Zurich as the city was waking up.
Kate had fallen asleep in the back of the medical SUV, her head resting on Sophia's shoulder, Mr. Whiskers still clutched against her chest. She had not let go of the rabbit once since we pulled her from that bunker. I did not blame her. Some things you held onto because letting go felt too much like losing.
The private medical facility Arthur had arranged sat on a quiet street overlooking the lake. It was the kind of place that did not advertise its existence. Discreet entrance. Private rooms. Doctors who signed confidentiality agreements. My father had thought of everything.
Sophia walked beside the gurney as they wheeled Kate inside. She still had not let go of her sister's hand. "I am staying with her. I am not leaving this ro
