POV: Siena Blake

I didn’t allow myself to cry in the car. I didn’t let the tears fall when Roman stayed quiet beside me, clutching the strap of his backpack with small, restless fingers that kept tugging at the zipper, as though the movement would distract him from everything he didn’t understand. His lips were pressed together, his gaze fixed on the window, and he didn’t say a single word the entire way home. He just sat there in silence, staring out at the blurry city streets like he was hoping to find something out there—something that could explain what had just happened, something that could make sense of what...