Sienna sat at the edge of Ryan's unmade bed, the morning sun creeping in through the slats of his blinds. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Ryan had left early, claiming he needed to run errands. No kisses, no coffee, not even a "see you later." Just a rushed departure and a trail of silence that felt like a ghost brushing past her shoulder.
She should've gone home last night. She should've walked away the moment he lied about the job interview. But something in her refused to leave—not when she knew he was hiding something.
Her eyes scanned the room again. Jeans tossed over a chair. The faint scent of his cologne in the air. His black coat still hanging by the door. He hadn't worn it this morning, she realized. It was the same one he wore yesterday—when he left for that mysterious "interview."
Sienna stood, walked over, and slipped her hand into the pocket.
There was a key, a wallet, and an unsealed envelope.
Her stomach tightened.