POV: Siena Blake

The moment I closed the guest bedroom door behind me, a wave of exhaustion swept through my body so suddenly it almost knocked me off my feet. I leaned back against the door, my heart still racing even though everything around me was silent now. Safe. Clean. Secure.

But no matter how hard I tried, my mind wouldn't settle.

I stood there in the quiet room, taking it all in. The space was bigger than our entire apartment. Everything smelled new—lavender, fresh linen, and a hint of something warm, maybe sandalwood. Roman was already tucked into bed, his small body curled beneath soft sheets, his little hand...