The beach looked the same. Cold sand. Dark waves rolling in and out. A place that held secrets she wished she could bury.
Sienna's feet sank into the damp ground as she walked, her sandals dangling from her hand. Every step felt heavier. She shouldn't have come. She shouldn't have texted him. But she had. And now she was here.
Landon was waiting near the water. His hands in his pockets. His eyes fixed on the horizon like he'd been standing there for hours. He turned when he heard her.
"You came."
"You knew I would."
"Yes," he said simply. "I did."
Sienna stopped a few feet away. She kept space between them, as if that distance could protect her from him, or from herself.
"Why here?" she asked.
"Because this is where it started. The first time you stopped pretendin
