Vivienne's POV

The new house stands as a testament to everything I've ever wanted. Sleek lines, modern elegance, and an absence of anything that whispers the name, Sienna. The old house, that shrine masquerading as a home, was unbearable. Every photo, every hand-drawn piece of art hanging in its carefully maintained hallways carried her name, her identity. It suffocated me.

This home, however, is mine. It holds no memories of anyone else.

“What do you ...