Rage

Lorenzo's POV

The room was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that made my skin itch. I sat in the armchair by the window, the moonlight spilling through the curtains like pale ribbons across the floor. It touched the edge of the bed and ran up the side of Sienna’s face, softening everything it touched. She was finally asleep. After everything, she had drifted off. Her breathing was slow and even