Sienna's POV

"Sienna?"

The voice makes me turn, and there he is—Jonah, his arms straining under the weight of multiple bread bags. His car idles nearby, hazard lights rhythmically flickering as if announcing his presence.

“I...” My words falter, sticking in my throat. "I came to apologize. For the assumptions I made about you."

“You owe me no apology.”

“But I do," I insist, hugging myself tightly even though the sun ...