Jonah's POV

By the time the first light paints the sky, I’m standing outside Sienna’s building in the crisp morning air. It’s not even seven yet, and in my hands, there’s a bag filled with pastries from one of those fancy bakeries downtown. My fingers are trembling, but it’s not because of the cold. The simple task of holding a paper bag has somehow turned into an impossible exercise in steadiness.

I’ve stood in boardrooms, closing multi-million-dollar ...