Inside and outside the door could not have been more different.
Griffin stood frozen outside. The surgical report he had clung to like a lifeline was flipped over by the wind, lying on the ground like a piece of worthless trash. Pathetic. Laughable.
He had lost.
Completely and utterly.
Three days later, at Seacity International Airport.
Sienna pulled a small suitcase, her other hand tightly gripping her mother's arm.
Her father walked ahead, his tall figure shielding them from any unwanted stares.
The air smelled of perfume. The overhead speakers announced departing flights.
Everything felt full of hope for a new beginning.
She was leaving this city that held all her nightmares. She would go somewhere no one knew her, somewhere without Griffin, and start over.
"Sienna."
Her moth
