Sienna

The silence in Kendra’s living room felt like a storm waiting to break.

We all sat there — four of us — pretending to be calm while our thoughts ran wild.

Kendra’s house was too quiet, the ticking clock on the wall far too loud.

I sat beside her, my palms cold against my knees. Jaxon sat across from me, shoulders tense, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. Caleb leaned back, arms crossed, his jaw tight, his patience wearing thin.

It was Kendra who finally broke the ...