Rain lashed against the window of the small pension in Portofino. Marcus Thorne sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his aching knee. He was an old man chasing whispers.
He pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his wallet. It was a printout of a digital receipt.
*Five months ago.*
William had stopped looking. The official report said “presumed dead.” But Marcus had kept his alerts active on the deep web, monitoring any activity related to Victoria’s old aliases.
Then, a ping.
A single train ticket purchased from Zurich to Milan. The name on the passenger manifest was *Luna V.*
“Luna” was the name she used when she was hiding from the world in Season 1. It was the name she used when she found her voice. It wasn’t a name a random identity thief would choose.
“She survived,” Marcus whispered to the empty room, looking at the blurry map of the Italian coast. “She ran. Why did you run, Victoria?”
He knew William thought he was senile. He knew the world had moved on. But Marcus remembered the girl who fought back against the entire industry. He knew she wouldn’t die in the snow.