Sienna is quiet.
I wait.
"Humm." A pause. "I was texting because I have something to tell you guys. And I wanted to do it in person."
Something to tell us.
Not talk. Not have a conversation. Tell us.
I feel all the hope that she will forgive us, start to slowly retreat. And I don’t know how I’m going to manage if that happens.
"I was going to text to find out when you're free to—"
"Now," I say. "We're free now."
If we are going to do this it is best to do it sooner rather than later.
Before the idea has time to christalyze and we can maybe still make her change her mind.
From the corner of my eye I can see William nod in agreement. He must be following the gist of the conversation.
"Now?" A pause I can't read. " Yeah. I guess we can do it now."
I can hear her walking. It seems she is somewhere with gravel.
"Meet me at Cross Manor," she says. "See you soon."
The line goes dead.
I lower the phone.
I turn to look at William. He's pale. His eyes seem a little frantic.
I don’t think he is very comfortable going back to that house.
But, he just nods. Once
I don’t know what Sienna wants to say to us. All I know is that I’m not going to let her out of my life without a fight.
I look at Adrian and Carter and say “Let’s go get our girl”
43
SIENNA
I'm pacing the front drive when I notice, again, the name carved into the stone pillar at the gate.
Cross Manor.
I laugh, once, under my breath at how pompous it sounds. Only Conrad would name it like that.
I keep pacing. The gravel makes an almost hypnotic sound.
At the end of the drive the house rises. Three stories of pale stone, the old fountain to the left with its dry edges, the garden to the right.
From out here it looks beautiful. A house anyone would be glad to call home.
I stop in front of the entrance and look at the door.
