Despite my exhaustion, I found comfort in Howard's embrace, settling into a perfect position for a deep, tranquil slumber.
I awoke to find the sun already high in the sky. After our morning meal, Howard and I ventured outside, only to discover Lance still waiting there.
A heap of discarded cigarettes lay at his feet, and his typically alluring eyes were now bloodshot and filled with despair. The night seemed to have aged him considerably.
When he caught sight of Howard holding my hand, he appeared utterly shocked.
"Sienna... you and him..."
"Address her as Auntie," Howard stated matter-of-factly, his tone brooking no disagreement.
Lance's expression crumbled as he gazed at me, his voice trembling with desperation.
"Sienna, come here... Please, I just need a word with you."
His plea sounded almost pitiful.
I looked to Howard, who gave a slight nod. Only then did I approach Lance.