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Chapter Eleven: What staying Looks Like

Author: Silver Bird
last update publish date: 2026-05-26 01:47:12

Three days after the operation Sienna was still in Chicago.

She had a reason. A legitimate commercial production that her agency had confirmed two days before the operation, a two-week job that had been on the books long enough that staying for it was entirely logical and required no examination. She had told herself this several times. She had almost believed it.

She met Dante for dinner on the fourth day.

It was not framed as a date. He had called in the afternoon and said there was a matter
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