However, this time the silence no longer felt awkward.
Earlier, every pause between their conversations had made Sienna overthink herself into another dimension.
But now, strangely enough, the silence felt easier, almost as though neither of them minded simply staying on the line a little longer.
Sienna rested her head against the back of the sofa and allowed her thoughts to drift ahead without permission.
What should she cook this weekend?
Skylar liked almost everything she made, which honestly still shocked her a little. The boy ate her food with the enthusiasm of someone discovering happiness for the first time.
'Maybe I should make cream pasta? No… wait. Children usually love fried chicken more.'
Sienna smiled at her own thoughts, but they slowly faded as her attention shifted to Zachary.
'Should I make a warm soup? No. Soup is simple, but it sounds too plain...' She nods, agreeing with her own thoughts.
"Sienna, I'm sorry…"
