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

Sienna's P.O.V.

The first thing I heard outside church was Riot yelling.

The second was Judge saying, "Sit the fuck down."

I opened the door. Nobody sat. Excellent. Roman stood near the far wall. Judge was behind the table. Riot had both palms flat against it like t

Roman's P.O.V.

The easiest thing would have been to leave. Different town. Different club chapter. Different state. Everybody would understand. That was the problem. I had spent ten years choosing distance when truth got expensive. So I stayed. Not near Sienna. She had moved ou