Sienna

The vibration of my phone woke me before the alarm did.

At first, I tried to ignore it — pulling the blanket over my head, groaning into the pillow. But it wouldn’t stop. Ping after ping.

When I finally reached for it, my lock screen was glowing with notifications — texts, mentions, voice notes, and way too many unread messages.

For a second, I couldn’t even tell where to start. Then I saw Kendra’s name.

I sat up instantly.

There were six voice notes from her.

All from early morning — like 5 a.m. early.

I pressed play.

Her voice came through fast, shaky, and breathless.

“Sienna, I don’t...