The lake stayed quiet long after Lucas had left. Lynda remained sitting at her little café table, her fingers loosely wrapped around a coffee that had long since gone cold. All around her, Zurich kept rolling along at its steady pace. Cyclists rode by. Couples strolled with dogs. Waiters cleared plates, set new tables, never missing a beat. Life, as always, just kept going.

She did not move for a while, just stared out at the water. The conversation she had crossed an entire ocean for was ...