Isla
Have been quiet for three minutes straight.
Sienna’s brow furrowed for the second time as she asked, “Isla, what’s wrong?”
I didn’t answer immediately. Part of me wanted to spill, to tell her about the persistent texts from Silas, how every notification felt like a trap designed to claw its way into my sanity. But that would be cruel. Sienna had enough on her plate already, her own engagement chaos, her family buzzing around, and now the looming wedding. The last thing she needed was me dragging my mess into hers.
I inhaled slowly, trying to ground myself. My hands fidgeted in my lap, clutching the edge of the chair. “It’s… nothing. Just my mom. She won’t stop calling.” I forced the lie out as casually as I could.
Sienna’s sigh was heavy, weighted with exasperation. “Why can’t yo
