Crimson Homecoming

SIENNA'S POV

My legs dragged like iron poles, each step a negotiation between exhaustion and necessity. The key trembled between my fingers, refusing to find its home in the lock.

"Sienna?"

The voice drifted from two doors down. I turned, blinking through fatigue.

Brown curls caught the fading light. Pink cardigan. Hesitant smile. It was the neighbor whose name always escaped me.

"Hey." My voice s