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“Sage.”

“What did they do?”

“They set fire to the house.”

I stare at him.

The kitchen where I made cinnamon rolls.

The table where I told Sean I was his daughter.

The bedroom where I slept behind a locked door for the first time in months.

Gone.

“Is everyone okay?”

“Yes.”

“Your men?”

“Kane has a cut. Arthur has a bruised face. Nothing serious.”

“Why did Navarro burn your house?”

Sean’s expression changes.

“He wanted to hurt you.”

I shake my head.

“I don’t live there.”

“He knew you left something behind.”

My heart stops.

“The letters.”

Sean reaches behind the door.

I don’t breathe.

My backpack appears in his hand.

One corner is burned black. The canvas is wet and covered with dirt, but it is here.

I cross the room before I realize I’m moving.

Sean gives it to me.

I clutch the bag against my chest.

The smell hits me.

Smoke.

Fuel.