Chapter 33
Sienna’s POV
Morning light crept through the thin curtains of the safe house. I hadn’t slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother’s face in that hidden room. Alive. After all these years. My body felt heavy as I sat up on the couch. Someone had thrown a blanket over me during the night.
Luca was already awake. He stood by the kitchen counter, pouring coffee. His hair was messy, and he wore the same shirt from yesterday. When he saw me, his eyes softened just a little.
“Morning,” he said quietly. “You need this more than I do.”
He handed me a mug. The warmth felt good against my cold fingers. I took a sip and leaned against him for a second. His arm came around my waist naturally now. No more pretending.
“How’s my mom?” I asked.
“Resting. Noah stayed with her
