Siena mulled over her uncle's words for the next week and all that her thoughts seemed to do was incense her. Regardless of all she'd done-or not done- she did not see any justification for what her uncle had done.
In a way, his words affected her. Maybe she had messed up really badly and she deserved this. Maybe. But should she be punished this severely? She wondered.
She was angry at what had happened. She was also angry at herself. She was angry at her uncle.
But probably, it was a good thing she lived alone. She didn't have anyone else to vent her anger on, for example. And yet, she wasn't any more motivated to rush to New York even then. She was still going to leave for New York at the expiration of two months. If not for anything, but to recover from the bombshell she'd just gone
