Jonah's POV

Sienna’s engine fades down the street, and the silence it leaves behind slices straight through me. I stand at the curb, staring at nothing—at the blank stretch of road—like the rest of my life has just been carried off with her taillights.

Again.

Only now there’s no mystery. I know why she bolted, and I know whose hands shoved her out.

I pivot toward the Sinclairs’ new place, fingers curled so tight my knuckles ache. The ...