Chapter 213

Siena’s fingers trembled around Declan’s phone. The screen glowed like an accusation in the soft morning light filtering through the suite’s curtains. Yesterday, 4:17 PM. Declan and Rosaura on the deck—her head tilted toward his shoulder, his hand resting low on her waist with that familiar, casual intimacy she recognized from the old stories he’d never fully told her. The message beneath it was a