ARIA'S POV
The letter had been in my desk drawer for three weeks.
I'd read it four times. Not obsessively. Just four deliberate readings, spaced out, each one on a different day when I felt ready to look at it again.
The first time I was angry. Not at Sienna specifically. At the whole shape of it, the fact of this woman's existence and what it had cost me before I'd ever known her name. I'd folded the letter back up, put it away and made tea I didn't drink.
The second time I was sad in a way that had no specific address. Not for my marriage, I'd grieved that properly already. Something older. The particular sadness of a thing that could have been different if one person had made one different choice at the beginning.
The third time I couldn't name what I felt. I sat with it for a long
