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Maddie didn't need to ask for clarification.
She knew exactly which file her mother meant.
She swiped into the encrypted folder whimsically labelled "Tax Documents 2026"âbecause Maddie might be walking chaos in human form, but she wasn't about to get caught with sloppy opsecâand tapped the thumbnail.
The screen bloomed to life.
Phei. Sierra. Maddie. The penthouse bedroom, all low amber light and floor-to-ceiling glass giving onto the glittering city drop below.
The camera had been balanced on the nightstand at Sierra's insistenceâ"for documentation purposes," she'd said with that wicked little smirkâand Phei had laughed, low and unbothered, and shrugged "fine" before proceeding to obliterate any awareness of the lens in under thirty seconds flat.
The video rolled.
Daphne watched.
Unblinking. Third glass of rosé forgotten in her hand. Silk loungewear suddenly feeling too warm, too thin, too everything.
