Chapter 124

**Sloane**

The day drifts by in strange, quiet pieces. No gunfire. No shouting. Just the sound of hammers somewhere out back and the flow of conversation that feels too calm after everything. Ronan has spent most of the afternoon on the phone with Pa, pacing across the porch while I sat on the steps, listening to the low Irish rumble through the speaker. He told him everything about Dmitri, the co