Sienna’s POV

The canvas stared back at me. It was a new piece, meant to be a fresh start after the chaos of the last one, but it felt stuck. The colors felt flat. The lines refused to flow. My mind was a tangled mess, caught between Zoe’s cutting words, Daniel’s confusing signals, and the chilling reality of Evan’s dead rose. I hadn’t touched the phone since Zoe left. I just wanted to disappear.

My phone rang. The sound startled me in the quiet studio. I glanced at the screen. ...