Dante tried to step back. He really did.

For three days, he let Franz coordinate. Let the teams search. Let others make decisions.

He spent time with Sienna. Video called Leo and Elena at Marta's. Tried to be present.

But every phone call from Franz. Every update on a dead-end lead. Every hour that passed without progress.

The tension built. Coiling. Suffocating.

On the fourth day, Sienna found him at 2 AM. In the study. Laptop open. Maps. Intelligence reports. Back to obsessing.

"You promised," she said from the doorway.

He looked up. Guilty. "I'm just checking. Making sure nothing was missed."

"You're doing more than checking. You're micromanaging. Undermining...