Page 33 of My Girl to Use

Every corner of that place has her in it. Every room feels like a reminder of something I just lost without understanding how or why. So I drive. Straight to Sienna’s. By the time I get there, I still haven’t taken a full breath since she said the words.

I don’t love you.

Bullshit. It didn’t feel like the truth. But she said it like she meant it. And that’s what’s messing with my head.

I’d made up my mind to tell her everything about me. The racing. The name. The money. My father, who chose the company over all of us and never looked back to see what it cost. I wasn’t going to become him. That was the whole point of leaving.

I was going to tell her tonight.

I barely knock before the door swings open, and Sienna is standing there, her expression shifting the second she sees my face.

“What happened?” she asks immediately.

I step inside without answering, dragging a hand through my hair, my frustration sitting just under the surface. “She ended it.”

Silence.

“What?” she says, slower now.

“Zora,” I mutter. “She said she’s done. Doesn’t want me around. Doesn’t love me.”

Sienna just stares at me for a second like she’s waiting for the punchline.

“There’s no way,” she says flatly.

“Yeah,” I huff out a humorless laugh. “That was my reaction too.”

“No.” She shakes her head, closing the door behind me. “I met her. I saw you with her. That girl is not faking that kind of connection.”

“Well, apparently she is,” I snap, sharper than I mean to.

She doesn’t flinch. Instead, her eyes narrow slightly, something clicking into place. “When did this happen?”

“This morning.”

“And nothing happened before that?” she presses. “No argument? No fight?”

“No.” I shake my head. “Everything was fine. We were fine. Then suddenly…” I exhale sharply. “She just flipped.”

Sienna goes quiet. Too quiet.

“What?” I ask, my tone shifting.

She crosses her arms slowly, her expression hardening. “This doesn’t sound like her.”

“Clearly, you don’t know her that well.”

“I know enough,” she counters. “And I know Mom.”

I frown. “No,” I say immediately. “Don’t.”

“She found you once already,” Sienna continues, ignoring me. “You really think she wouldn’t take it further?”

“She wouldn’t—”

“She would,” Sienna cuts in firmly. “And she has.”

I still. And it lands, all of it at once. The way Zora came in that night with her face already made up about something. The way she held on too long, like she was memorizing me.