Chapter 144

SIENNA

The photo blurred as tears burned my eyes. That little girl—that messy-haired, bear-clutching girl—was me. I didn’t remember her. Not her laugh, not her bear, not even the way her small hands looked curled around that toy.

But staring at her didn’t feel like looking at a stranger either.

It felt like looking at a ghost I’d been carrying inside me all along.

“That’s… me?” My voice came