Chapter 7: Old Ghosts

The name came to her three days later, and not from Rocco. Sienna had gone looking for a book in the library — an actual book this time, not information — when she found, tucked behind a row of leather-bound histories nobody had opened in years, a small framed photograph that had clearly fallen and been shoved out of sight rather than properly put away. A woman, dark-haired, laughing at something...