**Chapter 57**
**Sienna’s POV**
The ash never left.
Four years and it still sat behind my ribs, cold and heavy, flaring every time someone almost said his name. I had scrubbed him out of every corner of my life—new city, new number, every photo deleted. Some nights I still woke reaching across cold sheets. Other nights I woke furious. Most nights I just lay there in an apartment that never felt like mine.
Then my mother called, voice bright with a happiness I hadn’t heard in years, and told me she was getting married.
I packed a bag the same night. One wedding. Smile. Clap. Go home.
That was the plan.
I didn’t know who the groom was until I walked into the venue and saw the last name on the seating chart.
**Moretti.**
The floor tilted. My fingers went numb. For one sick second I
