Silvia.
Sienna took over at some point during the night. I let her.
I was still there still aware still making decisions.. There is a difference between making decisions and being in control. Somewhere between Ashers studio and the morning I stopped pretending they were the thing.
Sienna had been patient for weeks patient through the kitchen conversations and the almost-smiles and the managed hallways. She was patient in the way she was patient about everything that mattered and without complaint. She had earned this.
I woke up in Ashers studio.
The bed was narrow. The blanket was paint-stained. The morning light through the skylight was honest the kind of light a room has when it has no curtains. I lay still for a moment looking up at the skylight listening to the city waking up belo
