Leaving Switzerland

The parents had gathered outside on the veranda, a breathtaking open space that blended seamlessly with the surrounding landscape. The flooring was polished stone, cool underfoot, reflecting the soft glow of the evening lights. Lush greenery framed the area, a manicured lawn stretching into the distance, meeting a row of perfectly trimmed hedges. Beyond them, the open field extended like a painter's masterpiece—rolling hills in the background, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. The soft breeze carried the scent of fresh grass and distant flowers, the air crisp and clean, adding to the tranquil beauty of the space.

Guards stood at attention behind their respective employers, their presence silent yet imposing. Among them, the Blackwell security team formed a quiet but unmistakable wall around Everlyn, their posture unreadable, their expressions mirroring the cold efficiency they were trained for.