~Sienna~

The house is quiet, the kind of heavy, midnight silence that usually makes my skin crawl with anxiety. But tonight, as I lie alone in my bed, the silence feels different. It’s thick with the weight of everything that happened today. I stare up at the ceiling, watching the faint shadows of the tree branches outside dance across the plaster.

It feels too good to be true. That’s the thought that keeps looping in my mind, a broken record of hope and fear. Norman was here. He held the ...