(Author's POV)
"Stefan-"
"You're not my sister, Sienna. You never were." He stood up. "I don't know what you are. I'm not sure it matters."
He picked up the report and the envelope and walked toward the doorway.
He stopped just before he reached it.
"Don't leave the house tonight," he said, without turning. "We have things to discuss with Dad. Lawyers will be coming in the morning."
He left.
Sienna sat alone at the kitchen table.
Her hands were still folded over her belly. The pistachio macarons sat in a neat green row on the plate in front of her. The kettle had gone cold.
She tried Jasper first.
She had picked up her phone the moment Stefan was out of the room, and her hands were steady in the way that hands sometimes are when the body has not yet decided whether the situation
