~Sienna~

I stand in the hallway, my hand trembling as I reach for the nursery door. My heart is beating so wildly like a trapped bird, against the cage of my ribs. The sight of those expensive shoes and that familiar wool jacket in the living room has already told me the truth, but my brain is still trying to reject it.

I push the door open, the hinges giving a tiny, familiar groan.

The nightlight casts a soft, amber glow over the room. At first, all I can see are the three cribs, lined up ...