Sienna’s pov

The scent of garlic and herbs filled my condo, mixing with the faint sound of classics from Madonna from my phone.

I swayed my hips to the beat, stirring a simmering pan on the stove. This was my sanctuary, my creative space, and tonight, it felt full of life.

I was cooking a special dinner, something comforting and impressive. It wasn't just food; it was a way to ground myself, to ground us after the chaos of the day.

A way to show Daniel he was my calm, too.

My own ...