Sienna’s POV

A gentle rap lands on the door again, cutting through the moment. Dr. Malcom leans in, only half entering.

“Sorry to break in, but I need to examine Mr. Brennan.”

I start to scoot back, but Jonah’s hold cinches like he’s afraid I’ll vanish.

“You don’t have to go.”

“I’ll be right outside,” I tell him, keeping my voice soft. “Let the doctor do what he needs to do.”

He hesitates, then ...