Sienna

My phone kept vibrating where it had fallen on the car floor, but I didn’t touch it.

Didn’t even look at it again.

I pressed my back deeper into the seat and stared straight ahead, pretending I didn’t hear anything.

Mum noticed, of course.

“Sienna,” she said quietly, “is that your father calling you?”

I kept my voice low.

“I don’t want to talk to him.”

Before she could respond, her own phone lit up on the dashboard screen.

Incoming Call:

Mr Blake (Sienna’s ...