Sienna's P.O.V.

I made them come to me. Not church. Not Judge's office. My room. Door open. Butter on the bed. My space. That felt important. Riot arrived first with coffee.

"Asked first," he said before I could speak.

I took it.

"Good."

Dragon came next. Ghost after him. R

Sienna's P.O.V.

I chose the common room because I did not want this memory inside my bedroom. That was the kind of sentence that would have sounded ridiculous five years ago. Now everyone just nodded. Judge sat near the door. Ghost had no laptop. Riot had no food. Dragon sa

Sienna's P.O.V.

"Two years" sounded simple.

It wasn't. It was twenty-two months, technically. Seven months before the first escape. One night home. Then more than a year after they sent me back. I wrote the numbers on three index cards and put them on the table. **7 MONTHS.**