Sierra pov.
I observe Dean pacing around the room, lost in thought. I sit there, keeping my distance from Alex and Williams, wondering why they're here and how they know Dean. Standing up, I approach Dean, who is immersed in confusion.
"Dean," I call out, but he seems lost, not paying attention. "Dean," I try again, and he stops, looking at me as I gently place my hands on his face.
"Please, Dean, don't do this to yourself. Just relax, and let's talk about it."
As I gaze into his eyes, I sense emotions, as if he might cry. I realize he must be in pain, and it's my fault.
"Why didn't you tell me Aria's father was Williams all this time? Why did you lie to me?"
Tears well up in my eyes as I move my face closer to him, feeling the weight of the situation.
"I'm sorry; I just didn't want
