Scarlet Roses

Sienna’s POV

I stand at the window, my heart hammering in my chest. It’s been an hour since the doorbell rang, and I still can’t bring myself to open the door. I know who it is. I know those flowers are from them—Emilio, Lorenzo, Donato. The triplets. I should feel something, anything, but all I feel is a heavy ache in my chest.

I glance down at the bouquet sitting at the doorstep. Scarlet roses.