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Sienna — First Person POV

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I didn’t sleep much.

Even though I wanted to. Even though my body was tired and my eyes burned and the bed was warm and soft and perfect. My brain would not stop. It kept going back to the sound of her voice. My mother. The way she said my name. The way she cried. The way she said Vittorio was in trouble. Like that was supposed to be my problem after everything they