The Language of Survival

THE TODDLER

~SIENNA POV~

If you had told the twenty-year-old version of me—the one shivering in a silk wedding dress—that I would eventually find peace in a drafty attic smelling of lemon bleach and cheap diapers, I would have called you crazy.

But here I am. Fifteen months of hiding. Fifteen months of being "Bianca."

Dario isn't a squishy newborn anymore. He's fifteen months old, and he's a tiny