Kylian
Danika's search moved faster than any of us expected, and by the following week she had located a second family willing to talk, a man named Julian Voss whose younger brother had died in what everyone had called a hiking accident four years earlier, in the same season his family's investment firm changed hands unexpectedly.
We met him at the same neutral hotel, Danika insisting on the same careful precautions each time, though I could see the toll it was taking on Isabella, another room, another grieving stranger, another confirmation that the network we'd stumbled into ran deeper than either of us had wanted to believe.
Julian was younger than I expected, closer to Isabella's age than mine, with the particular exhaustion of someone who had spent years being the only one in his f
