The Frigid Bitch Bites Back

Saturday, October 7th, 11:27 p.m.

Sienna pushed through the heavy glass doors of her apartment building, her heels clicking a steady, confident rhythm across the marble lobby floor. She didn't rush. For the first time in years, she wasn't hurrying back to beat an invisible curfew or tiptoeing around to avoid waking a sleeping tyrant. She rode the elevator up, stepping out into the quiet corridor