POV: Siena Blake

The email came in at precisely 7:12 a.m.

The notification lit up my phone screen in the gray stillness of early morning, casting a dim glow across my cluttered coffee table and the rumpled throw blanket tangled around my legs. I hadn’t slept—not really. I’d drifted in and out of a restless, haunted half-sleep, my body too exhausted to rest and my mind too alert to shut down. The night had offered me no peace, only shadows—shadows of betrayal, of broken trust, of a life unraveling thread by thread beneath my feet.

The memory of yesterday still clung to my skin like sweat. Zane’s cruel laughter echoed...