Sienna

The next day started quietly — or at least it was supposed to. Dad and Jaxon’s mum weren’t back yet.

I was in my room folding clothes when I heard loud knocks at the front door, followed by Jaxon’s voice calling, “I got it!”

A few seconds later came another, more familiar sound — Ezra’s.

“Yo! Hope you weren’t still sleeping, man!”

I froze halfway through folding a shirt. Ezra. Of course.

I sighed and shook my head, smiling faintly. Jaxon’s best friend had a ...