As Harry descended the stairs, dressed impeccably in a suit, I felt my heart race. The conversation with my mother still echoed in my mind, filling me with doubt and uncertainty. But seeing Harry now, his face a mixture of determination and vulnerability, I couldn't help but feel a pull towards him.
He stood in the doorway, his gaze heavy as it landed on me. "We need to go," he said, his voice calm yet commanding. He glanced briefly at my mother, Felicia, before focusing entirely on me. "I'm ready to tell you everything now."
Felicia immediately stiffened, worry etched across her face. "Sienna, wait. Are you sure you should go with him? I don't like this. Let me come with you."
