Three Days Later. The estate was calm again. Too calm. Andrew stood in the entry hall with a structured travel coat, dark and sharp, suitcase positioned with mathematical precision beside him. Honey steady. Optimistic. Which should have been his first mistake. Tina came down the staircase adjusting the cuff of her sleeve.
"You triple-checked the reservation?"
She asked.
"Yes."
"The car?"
"Yes."
"The luggage?"
"Yes."
"The contingency plans?"
"…Yes."
She nodded approvingly.
"Good. Because we are going to have three days of uninterrupted quiet."
Andrew allowed himself a small nod.
"Yes."
Uninterrupted. Quiet. Romantic architectural resort tucked into the mountains — minimalist glass villa, private terrace, no neighboring units within sight. He had chosen it deliberately. Controlled environment. No chaos variables.
