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Her voice makes something sharp twist inside me. I clear my throat. “Hey.”

“Hey. You okay?”

I swallow. My voice is hoarse. “Yeah.”

“You don’t sound okay.”

I rub my face. “Long day.”

There’s a pause. Then—

A knock on the door.

I sit up, frowning. “Hold on.”

I pull open the door, ready to tell off whoever the fuck is bothering me—

And freeze.

Caleb stands there, hands in his pockets. And next to him—

Sienna.

My chest tightens. “What the fuck—”

“She was worried about you,” Caleb says.

“You—” I blink at him. Then at her.

Sienna shifts, looking uncertain. “We have to fly back tonight, but…”

I don’t let her finish.

I grab her and pull her into me, wrapping my arms tight around her. She stiffens for half a second before melting into me, her hands pressing against my back.

I close my eyes. Just breathing her in.

Caleb clears his throat. “Uh. Should I just—”

“Shut up,” I mutter, not letting go.

I stare at them. “How the hell did you even find this place?”

Caleb grins, all proud of himself. “Talked to your lawyer before we got here.”

I shake my head. “What the fuck?”

Sienna shifts, watching me. “Are you okay?”

I exhale, rubbing a hand down my face. “I think it’s just hitting me now.”

She nods, her eyes soft, like she’s trying to figure out what to say. But she doesn’t push.

Caleb, meanwhile, is wandering through my living room, picking up one of my old hockey medals. “Damn, look at you. Been racking up trophies since you were, what, five?”

I chuckle. “Something like that.”

He puts the medal back, turning to me. “You okay, man?”