Ghosts of The Past

Sienna's POV

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Warmth.

The scent of tomatoes and basil fills the air, wrapping around me like a familiar embrace. I swing my legs beneath the chair, my feet not quite touching the floor. The old wooden table wobbles when I lean forward, but I don’t mind.

Papà is at the stove, humming as he stirs a pot of sauce. His sleeves are rolled up, a dusting of flour clinging to his forearm.

"Eat, Sienna,