Sienna sat beside me in the passenger seat, window rolled down half an inch, dark hair catching the damp ocean wind. She hadn't asked where we were going. When I pulled her away from the resort coffee terrace at six-thirty in the morning, she just trusted me—which still felt heavier and more precious than any corporate charter I ever signed.
The vehicle crunched over overgrown gravel before stopping right at the edge of the limestone bluff.
Before us sat a sprawling house. Sienna’s breath caught. She unbuckled her belt, pushed the door open, and walked straight out to the edge of the stone bluff, her boots crunching soft.
I cut the engine, stepping out into the cold mist behind her.
"It's rotting," Sienna whispered, though her dark eyes traced the soaring wooden beams of the pavilion w
