Sienna’s POV

A faint knock echoes through the apartment. My breath hitches, nerves fraying as I step toward the door. When I open it, Jonah's there—his tall frame almost awkward, a small pharmacy bag clutched in one hand. His expression is hesitant, almost vulnerable, like he’s unsure of where he stands.

“I brought children’s ibuprofen,” he murmurs, his voice low but steady. “In case the Tylenol… you know, doesn’t bring her fever down fast enough. ...