Jonah’s POV

The car ride to the house is steeped in silence. Vivienne curls against the passenger door, as though she wishes she could vanish completely. I don’t have the energy to care.

Sienna’s words churn endlessly in my mind.

My mistake.

I’ve moved on.

Never really mine.

By the time I pull into the driveway, my thoughts have quieted slightly, but the ache in my chest remains relentless. It feels as though my heart ...