Unspoken Fruits

Sienna’s POV

The silence in the room was suffocating, thick with tension and unspoken words. The air still carried the sharp tang of antiseptic, mixing with the faint metallic scent of blood. Lorenzo sat on the couch, his usual cocky smirk dimmed by exhaustion and pain, but still present—because he always had to be the one cracking jokes, even when he was bleeding.

I sat back on my heels, my finge