Mag-log inSienna's POV
The main door opened slowly, then came the noise of steps I knew well.Noah quickly turned from his seat and yelled in joy,“Daddy!” before leaping down and rushing to say hi to him.I grinned from the kitchen, still holding a dish I had just cleaned. A bit later, Liam showed up at the entrance of the dining room. His face seemed worn, but his eyes brightened right away when he saw what was there, our jumbled dining table, the smell of tomato sauceSienna's POV Sometimes Liam would lend a hand. He'd hand me containers, seal the food and even clean parts of the kitchen that were getting messy.“I'll help." I'd just nod. I didn't have the energy to say no.We worked in silence.This time it was a different kind of silence.Calmer and More focused.Eventually everything was almost done.I closed the container and looked at all the food lined up on the counter.A lot. Maybe too much. I didn't care.As long as it was enough. As long as he wouldn't go hungry.I let out a breath. My hands shook a bit. Not from being tired. From nerves.I was going to see him. One hour.I looked at Liam.“We should go." I said quietly.He nodded.For the first time since m
Sienna’s POVAs soon as we got home I did not give myself time to sit down. I carried the grocery bags into the kitchen and pulled out the ingredients one by one. I had eggs, chicken, meat, vegetables and fruit. Within minutes the kitchen counter was completely covered.I took a breath. There was no time to stop. I started immediately.Water ran from the faucet as I quickly washed the ingredients. My hands moved automatically. The knife got to work, chopping vegetables, slicing meat, cracking eggs. The sounds of the kitchen usually felt comforting. Now they sounded like a race against time.Every now and then my eyes drifted toward the clock. It was still morning.. Time felt like it was moving far too quickly. I only had one chance to see Noah from twelve to one. One hour. I did not want to waste a second of that time because I was not ready.I turned on the stove, one burner, two three at
Sienna's POV Liam looked at me flatly.“You haven’t even showered.”“I can be quick.”He shook his head lightly with a quiet laugh.“Come on,” I said again. “We need to go now.”He at last let out a breath before slowly getting up.“Alright.”I didn't wait for him. I quickly turned and walked out of a room.My mind was full of all the stuff we had to get.Healthy grub. Simple things to munch. Stuff that can help him get back his power.I had already imagined it all.Making him eat. Feeding him myself if I had to.Since this time I wasn’t going to just stay quiet. I didn’t mind if he got mad. I didn’t mind if he said no.What was important is that he ate. That he kept strong. And that he didn’t hurt himself anymore,A few minutes later, we were ready. I stood by the front door waiting for Liam, g
Sienna's POV Morning came too quickly.I didn’t even feel like I had really rested. The moment I opened my eyes, the first thing that came to mind again was Noah.I quickly got out of bed. I couldn’t just stay there any longer.I walked into the kitchen and opened a fridge.Then I froze and emptied.Not fully bare, but there was nothing good enough. Nothing that felt right for Noah.How had he been eating all this time? Was he eating properly? Or just eating whatever he could find?A sick feeling settled in my chest again.“No."I moved my head from side to side. This can't keep going in this way.I closed the fridge fast, spun around, and went back to the room.Liam was still asleep.I walked over. Gently shook his arm.“Liam."He let out a groan, still half asleep.“Sienna?"
Sienna's POV That night, I didn’t really sleep.I lay next to Liam, looking at the black roof while my mind kept whirling non-stop. Each time I shut my eyes, all I could picture was Noah’s face, hurt, tired but still hard-headed and set on his goals. The noise of blows hitting the ring still rang in my ears.I turned to my side again and again.Until Liam's voice broke the quiet next to me.“Sienna.”I faced him. He had cracked his eyes a bit, peeking at me in the dark.“You’re still awake?”I shook my head lightly.“I can’t sleep.” My answer was honest.He gave a soft breath and moved a bit nearer.“Try to take a break,” he said softly “We will go there again tomorrow.”I looked at him, wishing I could do exactly that.Sleep and Rest. Forget everything for just a few hours.But how
Sienna's POV The ride home was much more calm than when we had arrived. The gentle buzz of the motor filled the quiet of night. I sat still looking out a window at the street passing by.The city lights went by one after another.They were all weak. For some reason every one of them made me think of Noah.I shut my eyes for a bit. All I could see was him in the ͏circle. He moved in a manner. He took hits without stepping. His eyes stayed on like nothing was there except him and the gameMy chest felt tight once more. "I still can't think of it."Liam, who was next to me, glanced at me some. "What do you think?""I did not know a thing." My voice felt very weary."All this time he was going there to practice. His body turned out like that." I swallowed hard and said, "I had no clue."Liam didn't answer away.I let out a laugh. It was bitter.
Emily's POV I stood with my back to Willy, still watching the city’s reflection in the glass. Silence hung thick and suffocating. Several seconds passed before I heard his hesitant footsteps approaching, as if afraid to disturb the storm that hadn’t fully passed.“Miss,” he called carefu
Sienna's POV “Mom,” he called suddenly, his voice soft.“Yes, sweetheart?”“If Bam returns Noah’s pencil case later Noah can use it again, right?”The question was simple, but there was hope tucked inside it. I nodded. “Of course you can. It’s yours.”He let out a small brea
Sienna's POV I slowly turned the glass of water in front of me, watching the tiny bubbles rise to the surface. “Sometimes I feel like I have to be strong all the time. Like if I stop for even a moment, everything will fall apart.”“But it’s usually the opposite,” he said calmly. “Things
Sienna's POV As soon as we arrived at the Italian restaurant Liam had chosen, the atmosphere shifted drastically from the quiet of the library. The air inside was warm and fragrant, a blend of basil, garlic, fresh tomatoes, and toasted bread. Large windows faced the busy city street, wh







