CHAPTER 10

SIENNA'S POV

The fight started while I was still circling for parking.

“Art school, Sienna? That’s what you left for?” My mother’s voice was already tight, the way it always got when she thought I was wasting my life. “You could’ve stayed here, finished something useful. Instead you’re two states away throwing money at a hobby.”

I clamped the phone between my shoulder and ear and yanked the parking brake harder than I needed to. The sharp jolt matched the irritation crawling under my skin. “It’s not a hobby. It’s a degree.”

“A degree that won’t pay your rent when the scholarship money runs out.”

In the background...