The suggestion of a mother-daughter trip landed like a stone in Sienna’s stomach.
She forced a small smile across the breakfast table and nodded, even though every part of her rejected the idea. Roman’s hand tightened around his coffee cup until his knuckles went white. He did not look at her. He did not need to. The tension rolling off him was loud enough.
Her mother kept talking, cheerful and oblivious. “I already looked at a few places. Somewhere quiet by the water. Just the two of us. We haven’t had time alone in months.”
Sienna answered on autopilot. “That sounds nice.”
Roman stood abruptly. “I have a call.” He left the kitchen without another word.
The moment her mother went upstairs to shower, Sienna followed him to the study. She closed the door behind her. Roman was already p
