Sienna’s throat went dry.
Her mother’s question sat between them like a loaded gun. The lake house kitchen felt too small. Morning light streamed through the windows, bright and unforgiving.
“Something going on?” Sienna repeated carefully. “Like what?”
Her mother set her mug down. “You’ve been different. Jumpy. Secretive. And last night I could have sworn I heard a man’s voice in your room.”
Sienna’s heart slammed once, hard. She forced her face to stay calm.
“I told you. I was on the phone.”
Her mother studied her for a long moment. The silence stretched. Then she sighed and looked away.
“Maybe I’m just being paranoid. This new marriage… everything still feels new. I worry about you.”
Relief hit Sienna so strongly her hands almost trembled around the mug. “There’s nothing to worry
