Chapter 82

SIENNA

The kitchen was still when we stepped in.

Golden light filtered through the tall windows, painting soft amber stripes across marble countertops and gleaming black appliances. It should’ve felt cold. Clinical, almost. Like the kind of kitchen people only toured in catalogs.

But this morning… it didn’t.

It felt warm. Settled.

It felt like us.

Gideon moved through the space with a quiet ease,