The days following my unholy pact with Sienna were a dizzying blur of furtive strategizing and escalating tensions. Despite our tenuous alliance born of mutual desperation, an undercurrent of deep mistrust still permeated our every fraught interaction.
On my end, it was nearly impossible to fully divest myself of the deeply-ingrained wariness and bitter resentments I harbored towards the woman who had once so eagerly facilitated my emotional torment and public humiliation. Every time Sienna entered my presence, a visceral voice inside me recoiled, screaming at the inherent madness of aligning with such a viper, no matter how reformed her convictions appeared.
And to her credit, Sienna seemed to recognize the immense reservations and doubts still clouding my perception of her abrupt "fac
