Nate
"ALISTAIR," I said slowly, "he's your stepfather's son?"
Sienna didn't look surprised by the question. She nodded once. "Yes."
I studied her for a moment before she continued on her own, as if deciding there was no point in stopping halfway.
"My father died when I was fourteen," she said. "A year later, my mother remarried. Alistair came with that side of the family, and eventually my half-brother was born."
Her tone stayed even, but I noticed the slight pause before she mentioned her brother.
"I don't go back there often," she added. "It doesn't feel like home."
I asked, "Do they treat you differently?"
She didn't answer immediately. Her gaze lowered slightly, resting somewhere between her hands and the ground.
"I'm fine with how things are," she said ins
