Chapter 242

SIENNA

I didn’t drive far.

Just far enough to feel like I’d slipped her air.

At the first intersection after the restaurant, I pulled over—hands shaking. My phone sat in my palm, heavy, familiar, a tether to a life that wasn’t safe anymore.

I stared at it. Then opened the door and dropped it into the gutter.

It landed with a dull, unimpressive sound.

No drama. No symbolism. Just removal.