Chapter 36
He paused, looking at the word he had lettered in the corner of the sheet, where the project title usually went. Project: Sanctuary. He knew a drawing wouldn't fix the doubt in her eyes. You couldn't build trust out of glass and steel any more than you could weave a soul out of silk. But as the sun began to bleed over the horizon, Julian realized this was the only language he had left. He would build her a truth so transparent he could never hide in the shadows again. Days bled into a singular, gray exhaustion for Siena. She didn’t leave the mill. She slept on a narrow cot in the office and woke before the sun to the sound of the river rushing against the stone foundations. She threw herself into the work. She began a new piece—a heavy tapestry of deep indigos and slate grays,
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