Chapter 80

SIENNA

The photo was old. Slightly bent. The edges worn soft like it had been held too many times.

He didn’t look up when I walked in.

Just stared at it.

His hair was messier than usual, his tie undone, the top buttons of his shirt open. He looked…

Vulnerable.

I froze in the doorway, unsure if I should speak. But then he did.

“It’s his death anniversary,” Gideon said quietly. “My grandfather.”

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