The Flight to Zurich

The private jet soared through the night sky, cutting through the clouds as it sped toward Switzerland. Inside, the atmosphere was tense.

Alexander sat across from Mia, his fingers laced together as he studied her. She hadn't spoken much since they boarded. He could see the storm raging in her eyes—fear, determination, and something else.

Mia finally broke the silence. "What if he doesn't want to be found?"

Alexander reached for her hand. "Then we'll give him a reason."

She sighed, squeezing his fingers. "I don't know what's worse—finding out he's dead or discovering he willingly stayed hidden all these years."

Alexander didn't answer immediately. He knew nothing he said would erase the uncertainty she felt. Instead, he focused on what he could control. "No matter what happens, we face it together."

Victor's voice interrupted them from the other side of the cabin. "I've pulled up satellite images of the facility. It was abandoned years ago, but there's been recent activity—movement near the main entrance, possibly guards."

Mia leaned forward. "Marco's people?"

"Most likely," Victor confirmed. "He's probably already looking for your father. We'll need to move carefully."

Alexander nodded. "We'll land, assess the situation, and get in quietly."

Mia exhaled slowly, her heart hammering. This was it. They were on the verge of uncovering the truth.

But deep inside, a whisper of doubt nagged at her.

if the truth changed everything?