The message came at midnight.
Unknown number.
"Rooftop terrace. Harbor Hotel. One hour. Come alone."
Sienna stared at her phone. Her hands wouldn't stop shaking.
Delete it. Block the number. Go to sleep.
She got dressed instead.
Black pants. Simple sweater. Her fingers fumbling with every button.
The mirror showed a stranger. Someone she didn't recognize anymore.
The drive blurred past. Streets. Lights. Her hands gripping the wheel too tight.
Turn around. Go home. Tell Noah everything.
Her feet kept moving forward. Always forward.
The hotel lobby was empty. Just a bored clerk who didn't look up.
Elevator. Rooftop button. Her reflection pale in the metal doors.
What are you doing? What are you becoming?
The doors opened. Cool air hit her face.
