SIENNA’S POV

The silence in the mansion was loud enough to hear my own heartbeat. Every tick of the clock dragged like it was daring me to move, to change my mind, to run. But I didn’t.

I just stood there by the window, hugging my robe closer. The morning light slanted across the marble floor, catching the faint shimmer of dust in the air. I had been pacing for what felt like hours, my bare feet tracing the same pattern from the window to the chair, then back again.

There was a tray of ...