Sienna

The tires crunched against the gravel, the sound sharp enough to make me turn. My stomach dropped the second I saw my mom’s car slowing in front of the house.

Of all moments—this one had to happen now.

She parked neatly, stepping out with that calm, composed grace she always had. Her eyes darted from me… to Kendra… to Jaxon. The flicker of recognition was instant.

“Jaxon,” she said, her tone steady, polite—too polite. “Hello, kids.”

Jaxon straightened a little, ...