Fragile

Sienna’s POV

I did not know how long I had been sitting there. Time slipped away from me. The room was a blur, the air too thick to breathe. My eyes had not left Fiammetta’s face, not once. She was still beneath the mask, her chest rising in shallow motions, her lashes unmoving. I felt as though if I looked away, even for a second, she might vanish.

The doctor’s voice cut somewhere behind me, clip