Sienna’s POV

The applause has died down, and the crowd disperses in clusters, their voices a hum of discussion about the evening’s speeches. Yet here I remain, frozen in place. Jonah’s words echo endlessly in my mind, pinning me to my seat like an immovable weight.

She was my first love, my greatest love, and my biggest regret.

A small voice breaks through the haze. "Mama?" Lyra’s tone is gentle but insistent, searching my face. "Why are you ...