Chapter 75

• It was past midnight when their jet finally touched down in Switzerland. The private terminal was quiet, the night air cold and fresh against their skin as they stepped out. Michael was already there, standing tall by the black sedan. His eyes immediately brightened when he saw Sophie, though he tried to hold his composure.
• Sophie couldn’t help herself; she ran the last few steps and threw her arms around him. He caught her, stunned, while sneaking a nervous glance toward Melanie.
• “Miss Cooper,” he stammered. “Forgive me—”