Sienna set the last box down in her new living space, her fingers tingling slightly from the effort. The apartment was larger than she had imagined—massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the golden afternoon light, illuminating the modern furnishings and sleek hardwood floors.
It was perfect.
And more importantly, there was no Damian to worry about.
She let out a slow breath, straightening up and taking in her surroundings. It was strange to think that just a few days ago, she had been waking up in his bed, tangled in his sheets, breathing in his scent. Now, she was standing in a place of her own, a place where he couldn’t find her.
At least, that was what she hoped.
Her heart clenched at the thought of him walking into his apartment and finding her gone. Had he seen the letter? How had he reacted? Was he furious? Hurt? Confused?
Sienna exhaled sharply and shook her head. It didn’t matter.
She had changed her number.