Chapter 153

Sienna

I stared at the folded blouse on the bed for longer than necessary.

It wasn’t special. Just a pale blue button-up I’d worn before, once, maybe twice but it felt heavier today. Like it knew what the day meant. Like it carried the weight I was trying so hard not to buckle under.

“I had it ironed for you last night,” Damon’s voice came from behind me, quiet and careful. “I figured that you might want to wear it. Since you know, you had it taken out of the closet last night.”

I didn’t turn around. My fingers skimmed over the collar as I drew in a breath. “Thank you.”

A beat of silence. I didn’t know what to say and I could tell that he understood that Damon understood that I was scared and pain, even. I was still very much upset, no matter how hard I tried to deny that I was.

“You don’t have to go in,” he said eventually, his tone too soft, too coaxing. “With everything that you’re carrying on your shoulders, it is good for you to take a