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CHAPTER 88 — THE THINGS WE DON’T SAY No one spoke for a while. Not after the man said it. Not after the words You don’t remember us landed in the middle of the room like something fragile and dangerous. The hall felt smaller suddenly. Like the walls had moved closer. Like the air was thinner. ⸻ Sienna couldn’t look at Damien. She knew if she did, she’d see it. Questions. Suspicion. That quiet shift. And she wasn’t ready for that yet. Not from him. Not now. ⸻ The intruder was still on his knees, breathing unevenly, blood running from the corner of his mouth. Someone had forced him down hard — she could tell from the way his shoulder hung wrong. But he was smiling. Not wide. Not dramatic. Just a tired, knowing smile. And somehow that was worse. ⸻ “Answer the question,
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