Sienna's POV

The click of Daniel's front door closing echoed in my ears as I walked down the silent hallway. The Miami sun was already high, hot and harsh. The cool air inside his house, the warmth of his bed, the comfort of his arms—it all felt like a dream now, a soft memory fading as real life crashed back.

Zoe's words, sharp and mean, started playing in my head. The accusation sliced through the last bit of peace Daniel had given me. A familiar cold knot formed in my stomach. Was Zoe ...