Sienna's POV

My phone ringing woke me up, and my head hurt badly. Sunlight was shining through the curtains, bothering my eyes. I tried to stand up, but my legs were wobbly because of the fun night I had with my friend Lila.

We had gone to a Madonna concert, drinking and dancing like we were young again. The call stopped before I could answer. It was my son, Leo. I wasn't clear-headed enough to talk to him. If it was important, he'd call again. I'd deal with it later.

It had been a month ...