Sienna’s POV

The world has a way of tilting beneath your feet without warning. One second, you think the ground is steady, the path mapped out in front of you; and the next, you’re sliding, grasping for anything that might anchor you. Lately, Rhett has been my anchor—the unexpected kind of anchor, the sort you never see coming, the sort you don’t dare trust because if it breaks, you'll sink and you’ll drown.

But the problem with anchors is that they weigh you down, too. At least, ...