Desperate Hope

~SIENNA POV~

I wake up to the sound of the sea.

For a split second, I think I am back in Mijas. I think I am in my old bedroom, and my mom is downstairs making coffee, and Gael is revving his motorcycle in the driveway.

Then I open my eyes.

The ceiling is hand-painted wood. The sheets are silk. And the arm draped heavily across my waist belongs to the man who gave me a box of human eyes for desser