Eleven Days
Alessandro had made it exactly eleven days without texting Sienna. Eleven days of therapy appointments, lunch with his half-brother Marco, actually dealing with his issues instead of drowning them in scotch and obsession.
His therapist had seemed impressed. "You're doing the work," Dr. Shah said. "That's significant progress."
Progress that was obliterated the moment he saw the i********: post.
1 AM on a Friday. Alone in his apartment. Half a bottle of scotch. His thumb found Sienna's profile.
The photo: Sienna and Dante at a rooftop bar, city glittering behind them. Her head on his shoulder. Both smiling.
Caption: "Six weeks with this one. Still makes me laugh. Still makes me happy.
Six weeks. She was already posting about it. Already making it public. Everything she'd
