FLYNN'S POV
Sienna's neighbor knew her name.
That's what did it. I was leaving her apartment Tuesday morning when the woman next door came out with a stroller and said, "Morning, Sienna, is Catherine keeping you up?" like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sienna laughed and said every single night and they talked for two minutes about sleep schedules while I stood in the hallway holding a bag of groceries like a person with nowhere urgent to be.
She had a neighbor who knew her name. She had a life here. Small, new but entirely hers.
The legal window had closed three weeks ago. Sienna had told people she existed. The careful architecture of timing and protection that had cost me my marriage was already obsolete.
All that remained was Aria somewhere across the city believing I
