Island

Sienna — First Person POV

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The morning was quiet, but not in a peaceful way. It was the kind of quiet that made your stomach twist a little. Like everyone was trying to pretend nothing big was happening when, really, everything was about to change.

I stood in front of my suitcase, chewing on my bottom lip, my hands hovering over a pile of folded clothes on the bed. I had already packed once. T