Sienna’s POV

I hit post before my nerves can talk me out of it.

It doesn’t take long. The replies flood in—comfort, questions, theories about why I’m shutting things down.

I shut my phone off and leave it facedown. I can’t stand hearing the world breathe right now.

Around ten, Lyra pads out of her room with Mr. Honeydew trailing behind her by one ear.

“Mama, I’m hungry.”

“What sounds good for breakfast, ...