At four o'clock in the morning, while the monitors in the bunker hummed quietly, Isla sat propped against the headboard in Lorenzo’s white dress shirt, a cup of black espresso in her hands. Lorenzo stood by the digital tactical map, reviewing satellite feeds of the port of Chicago. Isla set her cup down. "Lorenzo." Lorenzo turned, his gray eyes softening as he walked over to the bed, sitting beside her.…
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