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Sienna’s POV

The house felt quiet without them.

I sat by the window, my hands wrapped around a warm mug of tea, wearing one of Donato’s black shirts. It smelled like him—clean soap, dark cologne, and something spicy. I closed my eyes for a second and breathed it in. I didn’t know how or when it happened, but I missed them already. Their teasing. Their sharp words. Even their loud footsteps echoing