Jonah’s POV

I spot her the second she notices me. The way her body tenses gives it away, as if she’s a fragile statue suddenly brought to life. Her face drains of color, her expression a mix of alarm, shame, and something harder to pinpoint. Her wide, panicked eyes lock with mine for just a brief second.

Then she’s moving, slipping through the park crowd like she’s running for her life.

"Sienna!" I shout, my voice cutting through the haze of ...