Chapter 145

SIENNA

It had been weeks since that first meeting with Brooks. Weeks since the photo of a messy-haired little girl cracked something open inside me. I was still raw, still unsteady, but I wasn’t shattered anymore. The pieces were holding. Shakily, unevenly, but holding.

Life had shifted into a strange rhythm. Gideon still wouldn’t let me move an inch without at least two guards within sight, som