Chapter 202

SIENNA

By the time Brooks’s car pulled into the driveway, the night had turned cruelly quiet. That kind of stillness that doesn’t soothe, it presses against your chest, makes you aware of your own heartbeat. I stood at the window watching his headlights cut across the driveway, streaks of white against the dark.

He didn’t even bother to knock. The door swung open, and he was there — hair damp from