Sienna knocked on the white oak door in front of her. She stood tall on the familiar porch she walked away from years ago.
She remembered the memories she had on that porch.
The flowers she and Chloe used to decorate the doors. The muddy puddles they splashed in splattered on the walls.
But her thoughts were interrupted by the subtle creaking of the door opening.
She looked up to see the face of the woman she hadn't seen in years.
She had aged well but her grace hadn't faded one bit.
Miranda Bennett stared at her daughter like she had seen a ghost.
"Sienna," she said shortly—almost a whisper.
Sienna nodded her head in confirmation.
"Mom."
A moment of silence settled between the two women. Sienna gripped the strap of her purse tightly as if this could make the situation any less real.
"Come in sweetheart." Miranda gestured into her home.
Sienna stepped in carefully. Every move was slow and calculated.
