Evening light filtered into the Blake mansion. Soft. Golden. Lying.
The house was quiet. Too quiet.
Somewhere downstairs, the clock ticked. Steady. Calm. Cruelly normal.
Sienna sat by the window. Staring outside. Not really seeing anything.
Her eyes swollen from crying. Hadn't slept. Couldn't sleep.
She wondered how the world could sound so peaceful when everything inside her was breaking.
She'd been holding it all in. All the pain. All the anger. All the words that choked her.
Now. She was ready to let it out.
Footsteps in the hallway. Slow. Hesitant. Nervous.
Richard walked toward her room. For the first time in years, not the proud cold man who gave orders.
Just a father. Who'd lost his daughter's trust.
He knocked. Soft. "Sienna. Can we talk?"
She
