Mother

Sienna’s POV

The silence in the room was heavy, like a storm about to break. The woman’s cold eyes never left mine, her gun still pointed straight at my chest.

I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe.

Then—

“Mamma! Put the gun down!”

The sharp voice sliced through the tension like a knife.

A girl rushed in—Fiammetta. Her long dark hair bounced behind her as she came to stand between me and the gun.

“She’s