Kael’s POV
I closed early and went straight home.
The moment I entered the apartment, I knew something was wrong. Sienna was not on the couch in the living room where she usually stayed when she was trying to distract herself with television. I looked at the kitchen counter and saw the pancakes I had made for her before leaving. They were still there, untouched, and my chest tightened immediately.
I hurried to the bedroom, afraid for one terrible second that she had run away.
Relief hit me when I saw her sitting by the window. She was wearing my T-shirt, her feet tucked on the chair, her knees hugged tightly to her chest as she stared outside. She looked small like that, too quiet, too far away from me even though she was right there in the room.
“Sienna?” I called softly.
She looked
