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

Roman's P.O.V.

I had rehearsed the truth for ten years. That was the first lie I told myself. I had rehearsed excuses. The truth was shorter. Sienna sat across from me in the small office with the door open. Judge stood outside. Not in the room. She had told him to stay