Unwilling

Sienna’s POV

Fiammetta had finished eating, but her hand never left mine. Her fingers were weak, her grip light, but she still held on as if letting go might undo her. I did not ask her why she had done what she did. Why she had tried to leave. I knew she was still healing. And deep down, I already knew the reason.

The triplets had been torn since the moment we found her. Torn between giving Vivia