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Simon Forrester escorted them downstairs, watching Sienna Thornton get into Zion Quincy's car. Only after the white Range Rover disappeared into the distance, becoming just a white dot, did he return home.
He changed his shoes in the hallway and habitually glanced at the lounge chair. Sienna Thornton sitting there, drying her hair while enjoying the view, seemed so fresh in his memory, as if it just happened moments ago.
He shook his head hard, but he still couldn't help but accept the fact that Sienna Thornton had left.
A week later.
Three in the morning.
Sienna Thornton tore off her eye mask, unlocked her phone, squinted at the time, and then turned over gloomily, burying her face into the pillow.
She had been suffering from insomnia for a week, going to bed promptly at nine every night, but usually only falling asleep at dawn.
No, that couldn't even be called sleeping. It was just her body being too exhausted, forcing her brain to rest briefly to avoid crashing.
