The journey from Berlin to Paris spanned nearly ten hours. They took turns driving, kept conversation to a minimum, and made just a single stop for fuel and lukewarm coffee somewhere outside Luxembourg. By the time they entered France, the storm had finally arrived. Large raindrops streaked the windshield, adding to the underlying tension within the van.
Sienna hardly said a word.
She replayed Lulu’s last smile repeatedly in her mind, searching for its significance. It wasn’t about giving up. It was a decision. Lulu had opted to remain behind. Just as she had chosen this team, this mission, and this chaotic, deteriorating path toward a semblance of redemption.
And she had selected Sienna to take on what came next.
Jack was seated next to her in the backseat, holding a well-worn copy of
