The Hidden Cost

POV: Sienna.

The cool night air bit through the thin fabric of my sweater, but I welcomed the sharp chill. I desperately needed it to cool the intense heat radiating from my face. Long after the diner finally closed its doors for the night, Roman’s infuriating, cruel words continued to bounce around the inside of my skull.

*I ruin people's lives?*

I seethed internally, my hands balled into tigh