Amelia POV

Five years later. Switzerland.

The air here was different—crisp, pure, and untouched by chaos. Every morning, the soft chime of cowbells echoed from the distant hills, and the scent of pine drifted in through the open windows. Life in the Swiss countryside was peaceful—almost too peaceful. Sometimes, it felt like a dream I was afraid to wake up from.

I stood by the kitchen counter, pouring warm milk into a mug as Luke’s laughter floated in from the backyard. His ...