Daniel's POV

Lila's footsteps faded, and the door softly closed, leaving me and Sienna in her living room. The air felt heavy, like a fight was about to happen. Her apartment smelled like paint and coffee, and a half-finished painting in the corner seemed to show how much she hurt.

She stood by the couch, arms crossed, her dark eyes fixed on me. They looked sharp with anger but also soft with pain. My chest felt heavy, filled with guilt for hiding Maya's problems and for letting the news ...