Sienna

The house was quiet—too quiet.

All the lights downstairs were off, except for the thin glow spilling from the hallway nightlight. I could hear the faint hum of the fridge, the soft whir of the ceiling fan in the living room, and upstairs—silence.

Everyone was asleep. Or so I hoped.

My phone buzzed again.

Jaxon: “You still up?”

I smiled to myself. He couldn’t possibly mean it… right?

I typed back quickly. “You’re supposed to be sleeping. Big day tomorrow.”

His ...