POV: Siena Blake

Chicago felt like a different world.

The first time we stepped off the bus, I didn’t know where to go. The streets were huge, loud, and full of people who didn’t look at us twice. No one asked our names. No one stopped us. That was exactly what I wanted.

For the first time in weeks, I used my real name again—Siena Blake.

Because here, no one knew me.

No one knew my father’s face or the scandal that ruined our family. No one looked at me like a headline, or a victim, or a shameful story whispered behind closed doors. I was just another woman trying...