Sienna

Sunday morning came quiet and pale. The early sun sneaked through my curtains, warming my face just enough to wake me. I stretched under the blanket, hearing faint sounds from down the hall — running water, drawers closing. Jaxon was already up.

I slipped out of bed and got ready for church — simple cream dress, light makeup, hair brushed straight. I could already hear my stepmom moving around the house, her heels tapping against the tiles, calling out orders like she always ...