The warmth drained out of the room completely.
"Duty calls," Lora said. She squeezed Sienna's hand one more time. "I'll be here when you're done."
Sienna walked down the hallway. Down the stairs. To her father's study at the back of the house.
She knocked.
"Come in."
Richard Blake sat behind his massive desk. Papers spread everywhere. His reading glasses perched on his nose. He looked up when Sienna entered.
"Sit."
Sienna sat in the chair across from him. The same chair she'd sat in countless times growing up. For lectures about grades. About behavior. About expectations.
Always expectations.
"How was the beach house?" Her father didn't look up from his papers.
"Fine."
"Good." He signed something. Set it aside. "Your mother and I have arranged dinner tomo
