Sienna's P.O.V.

Ten minutes sounded like nothing until I had to spend them with my mother. Judge walked beside me toward the common room but stopped at the doorway.

"You want us in there?"

I looked past him. Rook stood near the bar. Mara stood beside him. My mother looked

Roman's P.O.V.

I had imagined seeing Sienna again more times than I would ever admit. In some versions, she slapped me. In others, she screamed. A few were worse. She looked through me like I was nobody. What I had not imagined was one word.

"No."

Then a door closing in

Sienna's P.O.V.

By nine in the morning, three different people had tried to feed me. One had tried to give me clothes. Judge had tried to give me a schedule.

Apparently, walking into an MC compound as an adult woman automatically turned everyone around you into an o