When it Matters

Sienna's POV

I woke to quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you wonder for a second if you are still dreaming. I turned my head, my cheek brushing against the pillow, and saw the empty space beside me. Donato was not there. The sheets were cool where he should have been. For a moment my chest ached in a small, sharp way, but I swallowed it down. I knew where he was. I could picture him sitting in F