The next morning arrived quietly.
Sunlight slipped through the thin curtains of Sienna's bedroom and landed gently across her face, as if the world had decided to greet her with unusual kindness for once.
For a few seconds, she lay still, blinking slowly at the ceiling, her mind blank and peaceful.
Then, her eyes widened.
She sat up so quickly that the blanket slid down to her lap without warning, her hair falling messily around her face as one thought crashed into her mind like an alarm bell.
Her phone.
Without even bothering to fix her appearance, Sienna reached for it on the bedside table, her fingers moving faster than her still half-awake brain.
She unlocked the screen and quickly checked her call log, her heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and nerves she wasn't ready to face.
There it was. The call record with Zachary was not a dream. Not her imagination.
