At the door

Sienna’s POV

The words on the paper would not leave my eyes.

I didn’t try to kill myself.

My throat went dry. My fingers trembled as I held the notebook. For a moment, I could not breathe. I looked at her, waiting, searching her pale face for some mistake, some sign that I had read it wrong. But Fiammetta’s gaze was steady, weak but unshaken.

“What do you mean?” I whispered, my voice breaking in t