Jonah's POV

I press my back against the closed door, my entire body quaking as the faint sound of Vivienne’s footsteps fades away down the driveway. The house feels overwhelmingly vast, each room saturated with memories I’m far from ready to confront. It looms around me, a quiet reminder of all the moments I’ve been trying to forget.

But Sienna lingers here, even in absence. Her ghost hangs in the golden light now falling across the kitchen counter—the same ...