Sienna's P.O.V.

Six weeks later, I signed another lease. On purpose. That still felt worth noticing. One year. Small house. Two bedrooms. Fenced backyard Butter would never use because he believed grass was beneath him. Ten minutes from Harlow's. Eighteen from the compo

Sienna's P.O.V.

Eight months later, my black duffel still hung empty in the closet. I checked sometimes. Not because I planned to pack it. Because empty still felt good. The divorce had been final for three months. The judge signed. Dana sent me the certified copy. I pri