Sienna

By the time Jaxon pulled the car into the driveway, the sky had already turned a deep orange, the last light of the sun sinking behind the trees. After dropping Kendra off at her house and surviving her endless chatter that had left me drained, we were finally home.

The front door opened before we even made it up the steps. Jaxon’s mum stood there with a dish towel in hand, her expression warm but laced with a hint of expectation.

“There you two are,” she said, her eyes ...