The Silent Passenger

SIENNA'S POV

Freya and I left class together, her arm brushing against mine in a way that felt deliberate—like she was already gathering strength for what lay ahead. The September wind caught her dark hair, and she tucked it behind her ear with trembling fingers, sighing deeply enough that I felt it in my own chest. I studied her from the corner of my eye, noting how her shoulders curved inward, a