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“Where you belong. Where you should have been all along.”
The line went dead.
Sienna Blackwood stood there with the phone in her hand as tears finally spilled down her cheeks.
Not from grief.
From relief.
Twenty minutes later, a black Mercedes pulled up to the curb.
An older man in a perfectly tailored suit stepped out.
“Miss Blackwood?”
She had not heard continue reading …
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