Sienna’s POV

“Briony—”

“I’m not here to beg you to forgive us,” she cuts in, fast and careful, like she’s afraid I’ll bolt. “I just… I needed you to know. If you ever need us—if you ever need anything—we’ll show up.”

I look at her and see two versions at once: the woman who packed my lunches and drilled spelling words, who showed me how to fold dough and checked my math; and the woman who tossed all of it aside for a blood ...