She carried Zoey away without looking back. The evening breeze swept through the estate's front courtyard and lifted the hem of her skirt. From a distance, Ethan heard her speaking to Zoey, her voice so gentle that she sounded like a different person. "When we get home, Mommy will make your favorite food."
A strange emptiness opened in his chest. He had always been certain that Sienna could never live without him. Now, as she walked farther and farther away, one thing became painfully clear: she no longer needed him at all.
The visit had upset Zoey. After they left the estate, she rested silently against Sienna's shoulder. Remembering her daughter's recent wish to paint, Sienna took her to buy brushes, then went with her to a nearby park to paint.
The park had beautiful scenery, and art
