Siena’s POV

I didn’t cry in the car.

Even though every part of me wanted to.

I sat quietly in the backseat of Ares’s black SUV with Roman beside me. His small hand stayed tightly wrapped in mine, like he didn’t want to let go. His other hand rested on his little toy car. He kept rolling the wheels back and forth across his lap, over and over again, but he didn’t make a sound. He didn’t ask any more questions either. Not after the first one when we left the school. He just sat there quietly, eyes lowered, his body still like he was holding something in.

He wasn’t...