The city lights glowed outside her window, casting long shadows across her apartment as Sienna curled up on the couch with a book in her lap. The day had been exhausting in the best way possible—she had spent hours exploring, treating herself to desserts and coffee, wandering through streets filled with the hum of life. Now, back in her quiet space, she finally let herself relax.
She traced her fingers over the book's spine, but her mind wasn’t on the story anymore.
It was on the choice she had made.
Leaving everything behind—her job, the life she had built, the people she knew—it was supposed to bring her peace. And in many ways, it did. The silence of her apartment was comforting. The knowledge that she no longer had to watch her every move, no longer had to worry about… him, was supposed to make her feel safe.
But why did she feel so hollow?
With a sigh, she set the book down and pushed herself off the couch. Baking. That would help.