DANIEL
Sienna’s words refused to leave me alone as I drove through the darkening streets. She had openly admitted she wanted Ava dead, yet she had sounded almost relieved to shift the blame onto Julian.
The possibility that my brother had discovered Ava was really Elena weeks ago kept circling in my mind like a persistent shadow. If he knew then he had been playing a longer game, and I had been too focused on protecting Ava to see the full board.
What disturbed me even more was the pattern of blackmail. Before was Julian, now Sienna doing the same thing, implying she knew enough to ruin me if I didn’t back off.
The questions gnawed at me, mixing with the exhaustion of the long day and the fear that I might have missed something critical.
By the time I stepped into the hospital ward,
