Damien’s POV

White roses and lavender—Sienna’s favorites. The second my plane touched down, I’d gone clear across town to buy them.

Probably pathetic. Still, it was the only apology I knew how to offer after the way I’d spoken to her on the phone.

The hospital corridor feels wrong: bright lights, chirpy colors, normal life. Nurses trade gossip at the station. A meal cart clacks over the tiles like nothing in the world is falling apart.

I ...