Sienna’s POV

My father knocked on my door the next morning. Not once, not twice. Three times.

"Sienna. Can we talk?"

I sat on the floor, my back pressed against the wall beside the window, pretending I didn’t hear him.

My face still burned from the night before. My eyes were puffy from crying. But mostly, my heart was numb towards him. He'd done something unforgivable. And I wasn't ready to forgive him or speak to him.

Not yet.

He tried again.

"I didn’t mean what I said ...