SIENNA'S POV

The mornings had started to feel lighter lately—like the air itself was softening around us. For the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up without dread pressing on my chest. Sunlight streamed in through the tiny window above our bed, painting golden streaks across Rhett’s back. His hair was messy, sticking up at odd angles, and the sight made me smile.

He stirred when I reached out to brush a lock away from his forehead. “You’re staring again,” he murmured ...