Sienna's POV
I stared at my phone, the screen dark in my hand. Daniel's texts. His voicemail. I’d seen them all. And I’d ignored them. Each buzz of my phone was a fresh stab of guilt. A reminder of the amazing night we’d shared, and the heavy weight of my real life.
It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to him. God, I did. I wanted to tell him everything. About Evan's crazy proposal. About Zoe's hurtful words. About how my own daughter made me feel like a shameful, desperate woman. But the words stuck in my throat.
He was too good. Too young. Too simple. His world, a shiny glass house and easy charm, felt far away from my messy, complicated life.
How could I drag him into this? He deserved someone who wasn't carrying decades of problems. Someone who wasn't still putting herself back to
