Sienna’s POV

I used to think peace would feel like silence. Like an empty sky after the storm. But real peace, I learned, is fragile. It hums beneath your skin, trembling at every echo of the past.

It had been a week since that phone call. Since Angela’s voice had slithered through the line, promising her return like a ghost who refused to stay buried. And though Rhett and I tried to move on, I could feel her shadow creeping closer every day.

Rhett buried himself in work. He was ...