Sienna POV
Every inch of my body was on fire and I had never perspired so much in my life. But I wouldn’t give up. I couldn’t. It was a sign of failure. I had to do this in under fifteen f*****g minutes or what did that say? I fail at it all. The haunted look in my own child-like eyes mirrored back to me in those woods made me feel weak. I wasn’t that person anymore. I made sure of it. For years after my mother’s death and when my father's health started to deteriorate, I wallowed in self-pity, convinced the world was against me. It wasn’t until I met Stanley that I finally felt like I could do something about the hand I had been dealt. So I was given a daily reminder of what my biological father was; I could either drown in self-loathing and beat myself up for being the reason my mother
