Her toes were sticking out of her sock. There was a big hole at the end, the perfect size to fit two of her toes. My daughters feet were lazily resting on the dash board of our van as we drove home to Geneva from a weekend in Zürich. We were sitting shoulder to shoulder, both with our head phones on. Me listening to classical music, she watching her series, my fiancé in quiet contemplation driving. I gazed out the window watching the swiss villages zip by, the Alps looming