Silence fell over the study.Shannon looked at her father, but Kennedy turned towards the windows. His shoulders remained rigid, his anger too old and too deep to surrender in a single night.Amelia drew Shannon into her arms again. “You are not going to lose everyone,” she murmured. “Not after we only just found one another.”Shannon clung to her, but her gaze dropped to the phone still held in her hand.Across the city, Sean stood in the private departure lounge of a small airfield while Ethan spoke to the pilot.Aria sat on one of the leather couches, staring at the passport in her lap. She had not cried again, but the redness around her eyes remained.Sean preferred the tears. Her silence reminded him too much of Shannon.“The aircraft can be ready within the hour,” Ethan said as he approached. “The security team will travel with her and remain at the residence until you tell them otherwise.”“I don’t need a security team,” Aria muttered.Sean looked at her. “You’re taking them.”
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