(Author's POV)
Martha had been up since seven.
Leo was coming home for the weekend, and she'd already mapped out the whole meal in her head - roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and an apple pie she'd been meaning to make for weeks. She moved through the supermarket with more purpose than she showed in most other areas of her life, filling two bags with everything she needed, paying in cash at the self-checkout.
When she turned the corner onto her street and saw the figure standing at her apartment door, she stopped walking.
Sienna was dressed in a cream coat, posture perfect, expression flat. She looked completely wrong against the backdrop of the peeling door and the cracked concrete step. Like something expensive placed in the wrong room.
Martha recovered quickly. She always did.
"Sie
