The rain started just as Sienna reached the corner of the block. It wasn’t a gentle drizzle; it was a sudden, heavy downpour that soaked through the thin silk of her wedding dress within seconds. She didn’t have a coat, a purse, or a plan. She just kept walking, her heels clicking unevenly on the wet pavement until she couldn't take the friction anymore. She stopped by a bus stop, leaned against the cold glass, and stepped out of her shoes. She stood there, barefoot on the concrete, holding her heels by the straps. Her hair, which had taken two hours to style, now hung in wet, heavy clumps against her neck. "Great," she muttered, looking at her reflection in the dark glass of the bus shelter. "Just great." A black SUV pulled up to the curb, splashing a wave of gray water onto the sidewalk. Sienna didn't move. She didn't even flinch. She just watched the water recede into the gutter. The back window of the SUV rolled down halfway. A man leaned toward the opening, his face mostly ob
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