Sienna's breath caught. The question. The one she'd been dreading. Knowing it would come. Eventually. Inevitably. But not prepared. Never prepared. Not really.

Dante met her eyes. Silent communication. Decision needed. Truth or deflection? Honesty or protection? They'd always chosen honesty. Always. This shouldn't be different.

"The seven nights," Sienna said carefully. "That's. That's part of our story. The beginning. How Papa and I came together. It's. It's complicated. But you're old enough. All of you. Old enough to know the truth. The real truth. About us. About how this family began."

"Everyone gather," Dante said. "Living room. Family meeting. This is important. This is. This is our story. And...