Sienna’s POV:
I’ve imagined this moment a thousand times, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the bitter reality of it. The fear.
As soon as my eyes open to the gray ceiling above me, I shut them right back again, squeezing them tightly. I’m wracked with full-body tremors. My stomach’s in knots. I feel like I’m going to throw up, but I’m too scared to move, too scared to do anything more than lay on this unfamiliar bed and keep as still as possible in hopes that I might avoid detection. It’s the oldest trick in the book – play dead and you just might survive.
That hope is squashed when my nausea reaches new levels, my stomach heaving, forcing me to gag and roll over or risk choking. I overestimate the range of the bed and end up falling right off the edge, landing on my hands and kne
