(Author's POV)
The black sedan sliced through the busy Los Angeles night. Inside, the air pressure dropped to freezing point.
Jasper sat like a stone statue, his face frosty. He hadn't said a word since they left the boutique.
Sienna sat beside him, her nerves frayed. She watched his profile, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The chemistry that usually filled the car was dead, replaced by a suffocating silence.
She glanced down at Rosalind, who had exhausted herself crying and was now asleep in her lap. Sienna stroked the child's hair absently, her mind racing.
*The divorce papers.*
They were still sitting in the nightstand drawer in the master bedroom. Should she remind him to sign them tonight?
She bit her lip. No. It was too risky. If Jasper realized Aurora w
