Ethan POV

Morning sunlight spilled across my office, bright and blinding, but nothing inside me felt clear.

Not after last night.

Not after what Claire said.

I’d been sitting at my desk for almost an hour, a contract open in front of me, pen in hand—

But I hadn’t written a single damn word.

All I could hear was her voice.

“I want to go back to Switzerland.”

“I want peace.”

“I have to protect Luke.”

Every sentence hit me harder today than it had last night.

And the ...