Underground

Sienna’s POV

The room was quiet except for the faint ticking of the clock. I sat at the kitchen table, my fingers curled around the edge, my mind still reeling from everything that had happened. Emilio, Lorenzo, and Donato sat around me, their gazes watchful, patient. They didn’t push. They didn’t demand answers. They simply let me sit in the thick, suffocating weight of my own thoughts.

Lorenzo