Forty-eight hours after Isabella's second rescue, the Marchetti estate had transformed into a fortress. Armed guards patrolled every entrance of the estate. Security cameras covered every blind spot. Motion sensors lined the whole perimeters. No one was getting in without being seen.
And no one was leaving without Luca's permission.
Sienna stood at the nursery window, watching the sun rise over the gardens while Isabella slept peacefully behind her. Dr. Russo had declared her fully recovered and hydrated, gaining weight, showing no signs of distress from her ordeal. Physically, she was perfect.
But Sienna couldn't shake the image of her little daughter in that filthy warehouse, held by strangers, crying for help that hadn't come fast enough.
"You haven't slept."
