Morning slipped quietly into Zurich, as if the city understood how precious soft beginnings could be. Lynda woke up before her alarm had a chance to sound. For a while, she just lay there, letting the pale light seep through the curtains of her hotel room. Everything that had happened the day before already felt far away, almost like something she had witnessed more than something that was still unfolding. She’d finally spoken with Lucas. For the first time since their marriage ended, they ...