Sienna

The house was quiet again. Too quiet.

The kind of silence that made your mind replay everything you shouldn’t be thinking about.

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my blanket barely covering my legs. My body still felt like it was humming from earlier—every second of it flashing behind my eyes. The way he’d held me. The way he’d whispered my name like it was something sacred. The way it had almost all gone wrong when Dad came home.

I turned over, burying my face in the ...