Sienna's P.O.V.

Cole did not look like a rescuer. That was probably why I trusted him. No motorcycle. No uniform. No clipboard. No soft therapy voice. He wore a dark suit and looked annoyed at everyone. At sixteen, that seemed honest. Almost seventeen. Close

Sienna's P.O.V.

The second cage had better furniture. That was the joke I made five years later. It was not funny while I was inside it. Cole never woke up one morning and announced he owned me. If he had, I might have left sooner. He changed one thing at a time. Small e

Sienna's P.O.V.

Freedom looked like a diner apron. That was not poetic. The apron was ugly. Brown. One pocket had a bleach stain shaped like Florida. Macy had written **THIEF** across the inside tag because I kept stealing hers when mine disappeared. I loved it.

Mr. Hal