Sienna's P.O.V.

Police lights were ugly in unfinished hotel windows. Blue. Red. Dust. Plastic sheeting. Nothing cinematic. Just loud. I stayed where I was when the first officer reached the floor. Hands visible. Harlan already had his up. The woman too. Victor did not. Of cour

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