Jonah's POV

Absolutely not. That’s what I tell myself while watching Sienna pull away from me. Wall by wall, she’s encasing herself in a fortress of cold, calculated anger. Her crossed arms, the stiffness in her posture, the way her gaze avoids mine—everything about her screams of defense. She’s shielding herself from the hurt I inflicted.

But beneath that icy barricade, I have to believe she still loves me. She has to.

“You should leave,” ...