Sienna’s POV

The house was too quiet.

That kind of silence that pressed against the walls and into my skin until it became unbearable. My footsteps made the floorboards creak, each sound echoing too loudly as I paced my room. I couldn’t sit still. Not with Rhett behind the closed door of my father’s office, not with Angela almost certainly perched nearby, savoring every second of whatever chaos she had orchestrated.

I imagined Rhett sitting in front of my father, his jaw locked, his ...