Isla POV
I don’t realize how much I’ve been holding in until my hands start shaking over something as simple as dialing a number. It shouldn’t feel this hard.
Calling Sienna has never felt hard.
She’s the one person I’ve always gone to without thinking—no rehearsing, no filtering, no pretending everything is fine when it’s not.
But right now…right now it feels like if I say it out loud, it becomes real in a way I can’t undo. My thumb hovers over her name. Sienna, my Best friend, safe place. Home, in human form.
I inhale slowly, then press call. It rings once, twice. Three times—
“Isla?”
Her voice comes through slightly distorted, but still warm, still familiar. Still hers.
“You’re calling me this early? Don’t tell me you finally missed me.”
A weak breath leaves me. God, I didn’t r
