Briony’s POV

“Briony, love, what’s going on?” Jareth pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me protectively as onlookers cast curious glances from the aisles.

“I miss her, Jareth. I miss Sienna so much that it feels unbearable.” My voice cracks, the pain spilling out in sharp, uneven breaths. “That girl we just saw—she’s so much like Sienna when she was younger. The same kind heart, the same sweetness in her eyes.”

“I noticed it ...