Dani didn't sleep. She couldn't. The image of the little girl in the pink sweater haunted her. The silver key around the child's neck. The old hospital bracelet. The words the elderly woman had whispered. You were always Grace. Every answer seemed to erase another certainty. She stood in the kitchen before sunrise, wrapping both hands around a mug of coffee that had already gone cold. Outside, Julian's security team was replacing the damaged front gate. The clang of metal echoed through the quiet morning. Normal sounds. An ordinary morning. Nothing about the last twenty-four hours had been ordinary. "You've been awake all night." Julian's voice was gentle. Dani turned. He looked no better than she felt. His tie was gone. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled to his forearms. Dark circles framed eyes that hadn't closed once. "You either," she replied. He managed a tired smile. "I've had worse nights." She wasn't convinced. He crosse
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