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

Sienna's P.O.V.

Mara arrived at ten the next morning with no folder. No lawyer. No Rook. Just coffee she didn't offer me until I asked for it. That was probably growth. We sat in the small common room off the guest wing. Door open. Nobody hovering outside.

I knew Judge had peop