Briony’s POV

"That’s not—"

"Isn’t it? Tell me the last time you rang me. The last time you checked on Lyra. Or asked how the bakery was doing. Or whether I needed anything at all."

The question lands and we both go quiet, because there’s nothing to say. We haven’t called. Haven’t stopped by. Haven’t even sent a text since we chose to put our energy into Vivienne.

"Sienna, please…" My throat splinters on her name. Tears crowd my ...