**Chapter 57**

**Sienna’s POV**

The ash never left.

Four years and it still sat behind my ribs, cold and heavy, flaring every time someone almost said his name. I had scrubbed him out of every corner of my life—new city, new number, every photo deleted. Some nights I still woke reaching across cold sheets. Other nights I woke furious. Most nights I just lay there in an apartment that never felt like mine.

Then my mother called, voice bright with a happiness I hadn’t heard in years, and told me she was getting married.

I packed a bag the same night. One wedding. Smile. Clap. Go home.

That was the...