Sienna’s POV

There’s a strange kind of peace in exhaustion.

It dulls the noise in your head, quiets the fears, and makes you too tired to cry.

That was my life now — a blur of early mornings, long shifts, and nights spent fighting sleep just to make it through another day.

The bakery opened at five a.m., which meant I woke up at four. By the time I got home, Rhett would be on his way out — off to the university for his classes and research. Our lives had begun to move in opposite ...