"Damn it!" Siena mutters as she rises from the now cold water of her bath tub.
She was hoping a long bath would help calm her down and rejuvenate her enough, but no amount of massages, bubble baths, or physical pampering in the world could make her feel better. Not even stress-eating or shopping until she dropped did the job either.
The heavy feeling of unease has settled over her like a hideous black veil, the ones used by widows during mourning periods. Siena is not sure if she’s somehow grieving Andrew or if it’s some sort of Leah-aftermath she can’t quite shake off. Probably the latter. That woman never fails to ruin her day.
“I hope you choke on anything you buy with that stolen money—!”
It might just be an angry woman’s outburst, but now it feels more like a damn curse. She reaso
