The Weight of Absence

SIENNA'S POV

The flashing lights painted the ground in red and blue. They danced across the shattered glass and broken wood, pulsing like a warning. The sirens had stopped, but their echo still rang in my skull.

I sat on the floor, cradling her.

Kiera's head rested against my shoulder, her hair falling over her face like a curtain I kept brushing back, hoping—somehow—it would fix something. Her sk