Liam was awoken by the soft chime of the intercom system and the calm voice of the pilot drifting through the cabin.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. We'll be commencing our descent into Geneva shortly. Please ensure your seat belts are fastened."
His eyelids fluttered open. For a moment, he felt the faint disorientation that came after an incomplete sleep, the kind where your mind wakes up before your body fully does. The low hum of the jet's engines vibrated faintly beneath his seat, a reminder that he was thousands of feet above the ground.
Liam blinked and turned his head toward the oval window.
The sight made him pause.
Geneva lay beneath him, bathed in the soft golden light of dawn. The sun was already up, but it hung low, a burnished disc casting its glow over the horizon.
