Sierra's POV
I sat on my bed, staring at my blank phone screen. It's a new day, yet I couldn't take those words out of my head. Even though I had Richard send the recording, I didn't have the courage to listen to it again.
No matter how much I wanted it to be false, but there was a small inclination in me that wanted me to see it as the truth. A soft knock came on the door. “Hey, Rea,” Jackson said behind the door.
“You have a visitor,” he added.
“I'll be down in a minute. Thanks,” I said and heard walk off.
I wasn't particularly expecting anyone, but I had already told Jackson I didn't want to see Arthur, so he wouldn't have told me about the visitor if it were him.
Once I got to the living room, I found Elvis and Mum knitting, with Dad chatting with Jackson. Then the visitor… Rich
