Sienna’s POV

The reality of what I’ve done comes crashing down like a tidal wave the second Damien pulls up in front of my apartment building. Lyra sits in her car seat, chattering enthusiastically about the fun she had at Grammy and Grandpa’s house, completely unaware of the storm brewing around us.

When Damien steps out to help unbuckle her, I murmur softly, “Thank you. For everything tonight. For... for going along with it.”

“With ...