Amelia POV

I woke up with my decision already carved into my bones.

For the first time in months, the fear didn’t feel like a shadow clinging to me—it felt like clarity. A painful, aching clarity, but clarity all the same. Switzerland was home. Peace. Safety. A place where Luke could laugh without security guards trailing behind him, where I could breathe without scanning every face over my shoulder.

Ethan refused to understand that.

I found him in his study that morning, ...