SIENNA’S POV

The sirens came first.

They wailed down the quiet suburban street like a warning cry from the universe, rising and falling in sharp, metallic waves that seemed to tear straight through my chest. I froze mid-step, the suitcase slipping from my hand and thudding against the porch.

Rhett was at the car, loading the last box into the trunk. He turned at the sound, confusion flickering across his face. Then realization dawned, followed by disbelief.

“Tell me that’s ...