He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 43

After walking out of the office, Sienna had nowhere to vent her churning emotions.

She slipped into the fire escape stairwell, slid down against the wall, and broke down in tears.

Silently, tear after tear splashed onto her clothes, leaving dark, damp stains.

Grant's words echoed relentlessly in her mind, impossible to shake off.

The two of them had met in college. Even though Sienna only approached Grant because of her system's mission, she genuinely shared an unforgettable college experience with him.

To stage "coincidental" encounters, Sienna had woken up early for a week straight to bring him coffee, claiming she "accidentally bought an extra."

In reality, Grant, who was used to morning runs, had seen through her clumsy lies from the start. Just to play along with her "convenience," he specifically adjusted his running route and schedule every day.

In the library, she would secretly sketch his side profile on scratch paper, almost getting caught in the process.

When she frantically snapped the book shut, Grant handed her a note that read: "You've been studying for a while. Do you want to grab some water?"

That was when she realized that while she had been secretly watching him, he had been keeping his eyes on her all along.

But later, everything changed...

Sienna buried her face deeper, her shoulders trembling, but not a single sound escaped her throat.

For eight years, she had cried far too many times. Through Grant's emotional abuse, Lyla's provocations, and the lonely, dead of night.

Eventually, even her tears had gone quiet.

She didn't know how much time had passed when her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Sienna slowly lifted her head and pulled out her phone. The screen lit up with a text message.

Lucas Lowery: [Remember to get your second rabies shot tomorrow. Don't forget.]

A few seconds later, another message popped up.

Lucas Lowery: [I'm sending you the address of a nearby clinic. It's not far from your place, just a ten-minute walk.]

Staring at those two lines of text, tears welled up in Sienna's eyes once again.

She had only met him a handful of times, yet he had helped her over and over.

Sienna didn't look up. She simply sat down, opened her computer, and resumed entering the deleted data.

The words on the screen blurred. Her head felt heavy from the fever, and her fingers lacked the strength to strike the keys.

The chair behind her suddenly squeaked.

Zoey sauntered over with a mug in hand, perched herself on the empty desk next to Sienna, crossed her legs, and watched her like it was a show.

"So? Did you enjoy getting chewed out?"

Sienna ignored her.

Zoey didn't care and just kept talking.

"I'll have you know, I set you up on purpose. What are you gonna do about it?"

Sienna's fingers stopped typing.

Zoey tilted her head, smirking triumphantly.