Jonah’s POV

Sienna’s steps disappear at the far end of the hall, and the expression I’ve been wearing slides right off my face.

Pain thuds behind my eyes, brutal and relentless, like someone is swinging steel inside my skull. At first the past had seeped in as disconnected flashes—little shards I couldn’t arrange. Then it had hit in one flooding surge, like something inside me finally giving way.

Me and Sienna, tearing into each other. The divorce ...