POV: Siena Blake

The air inside my mother’s house always felt softer than anywhere else. It was as if time itself slowed down here, like the walls held a secret calm that stretched through every corner. The scent of lavender mixed with vanilla floated gently in the air. Even now, lying in one of the old bedrooms I hadn’t slept in since I was a teenager, I could almost hear the soft echoes of lullabies and whispered stories that had filled this house long ago.

Tonight was the night before the wedding.

The night before everything would change.

Again.

I was wrapped in a soft cotton robe, barefoot, sitting curled...