Sienna

The smell of coffee drifted through the house long before I even opened my eyes. It was Saturday—the day I’d been dreading all week.

I sat up slowly, the ache in my chest hitting before my feet even touched the floor. The sunlight spilling through my curtains looked too bright for what the day meant. It felt unfair that the world could look so normal when everything inside me felt like it was breaking apart.

Downstairs, I heard the sound of car doors slamming. Ezra’s laugh ...