Sienna’s POV

Jonah’s whole face brightens the second I step into view, and no matter how much I try to brace for it, my pulse still stutters.

“There’s my gorgeous wife,” he says, low and warm.

For a split second, heat climbs my neck like it used to, like that single word can rewrite the last five years.

I move into the room at a measured pace, limbs weighted, as if my body hasn’t decided whether I’m staying in this pocket of ...