“Little bug,” he wiped a single tear off her cheek, and she was alarmed at how quickly he’d reached her when she had thought he was still clear across the room.
She smacked his hand off her cheek, “don’t touch me.” She refused to open her eyes.
“Do not be sad. Tomorrow I will be flying to New York once the results of your DNA come in to sit down and discuss the results with your grandfather and brothers. Let’s not let the last night be angry or sad.”
She refused to speak as he brushed his knuckles against her cheek.
“Sienna, this is for your own good.”
Still, she kept silent, unbidden tears occasionally slipping past her squeezed shut lids to trail downwards onto the sofa beneath her cheek. His sigh of frustration mirrored her emotions as she kept her lips and eyes firmly shut.
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