Sienna’s POV

I burst out of the hospital like I’m escaping a fire, fingers trembling so violently the keys rattle in my grip. The automatic doors whisper shut behind me, sealing in the sterile stench—and Jonah’s face. That wrecked, begging look that nearly kept me rooted there.

Nearly.

“Idiot,” I hiss at myself, stabbing at the fob until the car chirps. “You absolute idiot, Sienna.”

Three days.

He had been lying to me ...