LOGINSienna’s POV
The dining table in front of me was now filled with the dishes Liam had just finished. The savory, fragrant aroma filled the dining room, making my stomach, which was still not very strong, feel the rumbling. Liam arranged everything neatly, even pouring soup into small bowls before sitting across from me."Noah, let's wash our hands before eating," he said softly, looking at the child.Noah immediately jogged to the sink and returned with a beaming face. "Okay, DaddSienna's POVI looked at Liam closely. "Including Noah.”It was quiet between us for a moment. Liam did not say anything for a second.Then he spoke again. "Our job now is not to hold Noah back, " he said in a soft voice.I frowned. "Then what is our job?”Liam said, "To give Noah a chance.”I could not believe what I was hearing. "A chance?" Liam added, "Time.”I shook my head quickly. "Time for what? To move away from us?”My voice got louder again. "Our job as Noah's parents is to guide him and not let him get lost.”Liam looked at me intently. "I am not letting Noah get lost.”His voice was still calm. It was firmer now. "I am making sure Noah does not feel alone.”I stopped talking.Liam kept talking, "You are worried. I know that.”He looked at me with eyes. "That is normal.”I lowered my head a lit
Sienna's POV I stood in the living room, looking at the stairs where Noah had gone just a few seconds ago.The noise of his steps was gone now. His room door must be closed. And weirdly that only made the tightness in my chest more bad .“Liam this isn’t good.” My voice was low but full of weight.I did not turn back but I knew he was still there behind me.“What isn’t right?” he asked calmly.I turned to face him immediately. “All of this.”My hands closed up without me seeing it. “The way he acts. The way we let him.”I stared right into Liam’s eyes. “You always pick his side”Liam took a long breath. “I ain't on his side Sienna.”"Then what?" I said fast. My voice began to go up again."You keep saying 'just let it go' 'he will tell us' 'give him some time,' how long, Liam?"I stepped closer. “Can’t you see he’s changed?”
Sienna's POV It was really late at night when I finally heard the front door open.I was sitting in the living room. I stood up right away when I heard it.My heart was racing with a mix of relief and anger.I knew those footsteps well. "Noah." He walked in looking really tired. His hair was a bit messy. He seemed completely exhausted.None of that made me feel any better about what I had been feeling all day.I walked up to him."Where have you been?" I asked him, my voice shaking."Why did you just take off like that?"Noah did not say anything for a moment, he just looked at me. "Can you please just listen to what I have to say l, Mom?"His voice was really calm. He was not arguing with me.For some reason that just made me even more upset. "An explanation?" Then I laughed, but it was not a
Sienna’s POVI carried the tray carefully with a bowl of food, a glass of milk and some fruit on it. My hands were shaking a little. I tried to stay calm.I had been thinking about a lot of things. I was wondering if I was too harsh with Noah night. Maybe I should have talked to him gently. Maybe I should have listened to him more.I stood in front of his door took a breath and then unlocked it.The door opened slowly. "Noah Mommy brought-" My words stopped.The room was empty.I froze at the doorway my eyes looking around the room. I saw the bed, the desk, the chair.. Noah was not there. "Noah?"I stepped inside quickly. "N-Noah?" My voice is shaking now. I opened the bathroom door. It was empty too. I turned around. My heart was beating very fast.Then I saw the window. It was open. The glass was broken.The tray fell from my hands. Crashed t
Noah's POV "Rachel."She turned around looking a little surprised that I spoke up. Her eyebrows went up slightly. "What?"I could see that she did not care about what I was going to say but I did not care about that.I put my hand in my jacket pocket. Pulled out a ticket. I held it for a moment then gave it to her.Rachel looked at the ticket at me. "What is this?"I took a breath. "It is a car race." "I am going to compete in it." She looked a little confused like she did not expect me to say that.I kept talking, my voice a little stronger this time. "Maybe I am not good at painting."I looked at her being honest. "But it is not yet."Rachel did not say anything. She just kept looking at me. I could not tell what she was thinking.I clenched my fist slightly. "N
Noah's POV The cab stopped just in front of the show. I opened the door before the car was fully still. My hands gently went for a picture I had held, like it was the most precious thing in the world.Because that’s exactly what it felt like.This wasn't just a picture, it was proof of my first step.I gazed at the tall structure in front of me, fancy and packed with nicely dressed folks. The smell of paint and cloth already felt close to me even before I walked in.My heart pounded.“I’m here.”I stepped inside.The air was packed, but not loud. All talked in soft tones, looking at each work with deep care. The pale walls had artworks from different creators; some strange, some lifelike, a few really amazing.I swallowed. I couldn’t lose.I walked to the spot given to me. My hands started to peel off the cover of the picture I was holding.
Sienna's POV After a brief glance, Liam replied with an affirmative, "Alright. Please reach out to me after you've finished.”The door was closed with a gentle nod as I nodded in anticipation. While he drove away, I watched his car pass by in front of the café and stared at my reflection
Sienna's POV The door was approached slowly with ease. Coolness was present outside the house during the night, with the scent of flowers emanating from the small garden in front. I gazed at the sky and then glanced back at Liam, whose face was softly illuminated by the porch light.
Sienna's POV Liam spruced up his son's hair with a soft, head-shape. "All right, all right, and let us get inside first. Grandma's garden isn't going anywhere." Their exchange was so funny that I couldn't stop laughing. The tension that had been lingering was no longer as strong. Mrs. W
Sienna's POV The afternoon seemed to crawl more than normal. The clock on the wall in the living room ticked gently, counting time as it got nearer to night. I had cleaned the kitchen and was now on the couch, looking out the big window that looked at the street. On the table, the cake I mad







