Sienna

The door swung open before we could even move.

Mom’s voice filled the house first—warm, breathless, full of that kind of joy only people who’ve just returned from a trip carry.

“Jaxon! Sienna! Come help with the bags!”

For a second, Jaxon and I just stared at each other. Neither of us moved. His hand brushed mine once, quick, like a secret goodbye before we stepped into normal life again.

I forced a smile. “Okay. Showtime.”

We hurried out to the driveway, the evening ...