Sienna’s POV

The café Vivienne picked is almost deserted when I get there. A lone barista is wiping down a table, and an elderly couple sits tucked in a corner, sharing a slice of cake like they’ve got all the time in the world.

I glance at my screen. 8:03 PM. Vivienne still hasn’t shown.

A knot tightens in my stomach. Maybe she isn’t coming. Between us, it’s always been bitterness layered over old wounds. And since Jonah’s accident, he’s been ...