Sienna's POV

The cold metal railing of the hospital balcony bit into my palms, the pain a welcome distraction from the emptiness inside me.

 I watched the traffic flow below, a river of red and white lights, a world that continued on as if nothing had happened. 

But my world had shattered. 

Just minutes ago, I had been in a room with the man I loved, witnessing his quiet, agonizing battle. 

Now, I was out here, feeling every sharp edge of that woman's cold fury. Her mean words ...