Sienna’s pov

The slamming of the door still echoed in the quiet of my house, even days later. Lila’s angry words hung in the air, stinging like a thousand tiny cuts. "Weak." "Trap." "Don't make Daniel leave." She was right. She was always right. And that made it hurt even more. I hadn’t left my house much. Each day felt like walking through thick mud, every decision heavy. My mind raced. A confused mess. Part of me wanted to run to Daniel, to feel his arms around me, to let his calm pull ...