Ariella stood by the large picture window, looking out at the snow-covered peaks of the Swiss Alps that seemed to stretch endlessly.
The morning sun sparkled on the untouched snow that covered the remote estate. It was stunning and serene—just the kind of retreat they needed for Eleanor.
Yet, Ariella felt a deep emptiness in her heart, a weight that even the beautiful view couldn't ease.
This estate was supposed to be their safe haven, but with her daughter hidden inside, it felt more like a lovely prison built from necessity and sacrifice.
Her fingers shook slightly as she opened the letter she had read countless times before. It was from Margot, the caretaker responsible for Eleanor's care in this isolated refuge.
The letter said:
