Siena’s POV

Monday morning came quietly, like a soft whisper at the edge of a busy city waking up. The sunlight was pale and weak as it slipped through my bedroom window. Outside, I could hear the faint sounds of cars starting to move and people slowly beginning their day. The city was stirring, just like me, though my mind felt heavy. The weekend had passed, but the battles from those days were still there, sitting deep inside my chest like a heavy stone.

My phone alarm buzzed loudly, breaking the silence. I reached over with tired fingers and turned it off. I didn’t want to get up, but I...