Every word lands like a stone dropped into still water and the ripples spread through my chest and I am going very still in the way I go still when the memories start pressing in.
There are reasons Zurich has always been my least favorite place, and Mathilde is dead-set on re-hatching those reasons.
“Thank you, Mathilde. Really. But we need to get going.” I take a step back. “Another time. We’ll come back and do the tea and the honey cakes and catch up properly, I promise.”
“Knox, wait.” Her hand catches my arm and the grip is stronger than it should be from a woman her age, firm with an urgency that makes me stop. “Don’t leave yet. I have something for you.” Her eyes are bright and serious in a way that rearranges her entire face. “Something from Katherine. From your mother.”
The grou
