Sienna's POV

As Celeste drops us off in front of the apartment, the air feels still, pressing against me like a held breath. The familiar space carries an unfamiliar weight, a silence that has nothing to do with the hour and everything to do with the events of the night.

Standing by the door, I manage a small smile and whisper, "Thank you," while holding Lyra snug on my hip. Her tiny hand plays absently with my hair.

Celeste, always steady, gives my ...