Dominic’s POV

The first thing Dominic learned about teaching was silence. Not the sharp, calculated kind he used to wield in meetings. Not the manipulative pauses that made people squirm.

This was a gentler kind, the silence of listening, of letting others fill the space.

It was autumn in Geneva, the air crisp and clean, the mornings threaded with gold. He walked to the university each day through narrow streets lined with bookstores and bakeries.

His life now was unrecognizably simple, a ...