Missing Pieces

SIENNA'S POV

My phone screen glowed in the darkness as I stared at Gael's messages, my heart doing gymnastics in my chest. This wasn't just weird anymore—this was freaking me out.

"It's definitely my handwriting, but I swear I don't remember writing it," Gael's text read. "And trust me, if I'd written something about you, I'd definitely remember that."

I snorted, typing back: "Sure you would." The