Kai's P.O.V.

Sienna gave me exactly three permissions. One: help her recover one old email account. Two: compare it against my local message archive. Three: tell her what was missing without deciding why it was missing. The third one was the hard part. Not technically. Pe

Zane's P.O.V.

I knew she was alive. That should have been enough to make walking into the compound easy. It wasn't. I had seven envelopes in my duffel and ten years of excuses in my throat. The front gate opened. Judge was waiting near the clubhouse steps. So was Ghost. Nei

Sienna's P.O.V.

Zane's old phone took forty minutes to come back from the dead. Ghost did it offline. No network. No cloud restore. No magic.

Roman had already brought an old birthday card Ivy wrote him years ago. We put it beside the handwritten line on Zane's re