Sienna's POV

The plane eases onto the tarmac with a soft jolt, and Lyra’s small fingers slip into mine. Her voice breaks the hum of the engines.

"Is this really our home, Mama?" she asks, her dark eyes wide as they scan the world outside the tiny pane of glass.

Home. The word feels foreign, almost weightless. This place lost that meaning for me years ago, on the night Jonah left me standing alone on a dark highway. But maybe it can hold something new ...