Sienna's POV

I stared at my phone, the screen dark in my hand. Daniel's texts. His voicemail. I’d seen them all. And I’d ignored them. Each buzz of my phone was a fresh stab of guilt. A reminder of the amazing night we’d shared, and the heavy weight of my real life.

It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to him. God, I did. I wanted to tell him everything. About Evan's crazy proposal. About Zoe's hurtful words. About how my own daughter made me feel like a shameful, desperate woman. But ...