Shattered Foundations

SIENNA’S POV

The basement stairs creaked under our feet like they were protesting our weight. I hadn't been down here in months, not since that fight I had with Kiera. The one where I had almost killed her while fighting over my father’s belongings. The smell hit me first. That musty, damp scent that all basements have, like old books and forgotten things.

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