CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
The convoy of two nondescript SUVs wound northward along the coastal highway, four sisters and one exhausted soldier riding in uneasy silence.
Sienna sat between Elena and Lila in the back seat of the lead vehicle, her auburn hair catching the morning light as she stared out at the passing ocean.
Isabella rode up front with Jax, her quiet observations filling the gaps where conversation faltered. Their father followed in the second SUV, still processing the sudden expansion of his fractured family.
Sienna broke the long quiet first, voice tight with disbelief. “So I’m supposed to believe I’m part of some secret clone experiment run by a dead billionaire who treated people like spare parts? I have a job…friends and a life that doesn’t involve exploding buildings or
