Sienna’s POV

The city felt different when you arrived with nothing but a suitcase and someone’s hand holding yours.

We didn’t say much during the drive. The hum of the highway filled the silence between us, broken only by the occasional flicker of headlights from passing cars. It was the kind of silence that said everything words couldn’t — the weight of escape, the disbelief that we’d actually done it, the quiet fear of what came next.

By the time we reached the small apartment ...