Three years later, Michelle and her daughter had relocated yet again, this time to the tranquil town of Gothenburg, Sweden. It was a change of scenery Michelle hoped would provide a fresh start, away from the ghosts of the past. The town’s picturesque charm and friendly people had helped Michelle slowly build a new life. Her daughter was now a lively, joyful child, full of curiosity and wonder.

On a crisp autumn afternoon, Michelle watched from a park bench as her daughter played on the swings. The playground was bustling with other children and their parents, but Michelle’s attention focused solely on her little girl. The sight of her daughter laughing and running around was a balm for Michelle’s weary soul.

Yet, as the leaves rustled in the wind and the cool air brushed against her face, Michelle couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. A chill ran down her spine as she glanced around the park, her senses on high alert. Her instincts honed by months of fear and vigilance were screaming at her. He’d found them.