ZIVA
The hotel room was quiet.
Ziva sat at the small desk with the photograph of Wei Chen in front of her. A man she had never met, who had sat in Council meetings and managed logistics and signed off on operational decisions while she grew up in foster care and worked double shifts at a coffee shop and trusted the wrong people.
Her great-uncle.
Her father's blood.
She looked at the photograph until the face became abstract and then she looked away, out the window at a city that continued existing despite everything she now knew about the people who moved through it.
Elise was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had been sitting there since they returned from the debrief, not speaking, giving Ziva the space to arrive at the questions in her own time.
Ziva turned from the window.
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