Vivian's POV
Sienna moved deeper into the bathroom, her stilettos creating sharp echoes against the marble floor. She folded her arms across her chest, fixing me with a stare that could cut glass.
"Really?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Because the last time I checked, you bolted the second you hit eighteen like I was some kind of plague. But sure, Vivian. How wonderful to see you again."
My teeth ground together involuntarily.
Sienna was barely a decade older than Abby and me. When our parents' world collapsed and left us essentially orphaned, she had just finished her senior year at Columbia. While social services debated foster placement, she stepped forward without hesitation, offering to take responsibility for two traumatized kids.
For eight years, she became our everything. And yes, she was absolutely right about one thing.
The moment I reached legal adulthood, I vanished without a backward glance. Abby, predictably, chased after me like she always did.
