Sienna kept painting. "What is?"
"The painting. Your hand is shaking more now than before."
"I'm fine."
"You keep saying that. I don't think you know what fine means anymore."
Sienna finally stopped. Looked at her sister. Her vision blurred at the edges. "What do you want me to say? That it hurts? That seeing him with those women makes me want to scream?" Her voice cracked. Raw. "That I hate him and miss him at the same time? Will that make you feel better?"
"No. But it might make you feel better."
"Nothing will make me feel better." The words scraped out of her throat like broken glass. "Nothing except him. And I can't have him. Or maybe I can, but only the version of him that destroys me. So what's the point?"
Lora pulled her into a hug. Tight. Sienna stood there s
