After

Sienna’s POV

The car ride is suffocating.

No one speaks, but the silence isn’t comfortable—it’s thick, charged with something dark and heavy. I can feel it in the way Emilio grips the steering wheel, his knuckles pale from how hard he’s holding on. In the way Lorenzo hums lowly in the backseat, entirely too amused by whatever the hell just happened back there. In the way Donato stares out the wind