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CHAPTER 90 — WHEN THE MASK SLIPS Sienna didn’t sleep. Not even a little. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, eyes burning, body heavy, mind too loud to rest. Every time she blinked, she saw the same thing. The half-open study door. Isabelle’s calm voice. That sentence. Then we make sure they never do. ⸻ Morning came anyway. Soft light slipping through the curtains like nothing had changed. Like the world hadn’t quietly tilted off balance. ⸻ Sienna moved through the day on autopilot. Answering when spoken to. Nodding at the right moments. Smiling when she had to. But everything felt distant. Like she was slightly outside herself. Watching. Waiting. ⸻ And Isabelle? Isabelle was normal. That was the worst part. ⸻ She laughed at breakfast. Asked Damien about a me
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