Sienna's POV

“We need to talk.”

“We really don’t.” My stare locks onto my car a few yards away—close enough to taste. If I can get Lyra in and drive off, this ends.

“Daddy!”

Her little hand slips out of mine before I can tighten my grip. She sprints straight to him.

My pulse stutters. He bends and catches her mid-leap like he’s done it a thousand times, like nothing has changed.

“Hi, ...