Sienna

I stared at Liam’s post for so long that the screen dimmed twice and the phone nearly slipped out of my fingers. My heart thudded in this strange, uneven rhythm — part panic, part embarrassment, part something I really didn’t want to name.

#BackTogether?

Why would he post that? Why would he even joke about that?

My stomach twisted so sharply I had to set the phone aside, like touching it burned.

A knock tapped against my bedroom door.

“Sienna?” Mom’s voice floated in, warm but distracted — probably holding laundry or her laptop or both. “Dinner in twenty. And your stepbrother called earlier. Said he’ll try again tonight.”...