Chapter 158

SIENNA

The stench hit me before the sight did.

Copper. Old pennies. Sharp, metallic, suffocating.

My throat constricted, bile already clawing its way up.

Brooks’s hands were still on my arms, but I wrenched against them, frantic, desperate. He didn’t move fast enough, didn’t block me well enough, and my eyes slipped past his frame into the apartment that used to be my home.

And then the