Sienna

The next day crept in slow, sunlight spilling through the curtains in soft streaks. My eyes blinked open to the familiar ceiling of home — not Dubai’s skyline, not hotel walls, just… home. Jaxon was downstairs, I could hear the clink of dishes faintly. We were both still a little dazed from the trip, bodies aching, sleep still clinging to us.

After breakfast, our parents headed off to work, leaving the house in that calm silence that follows early mornings. I sprawled on the ...