Sienna

The afternoon sun followed us down the highway as we headed to the next college on the list.

Mom was chatting about the last campus we’d toured, her voice light and full of excitement. Dad nodded along, occasionally adding a thoughtful comment about programs and scholarships.

I sat in the back again, beside Jaxon — our arms just close enough to feel the heat between us, but not close enough to draw attention. He looked out the window, quiet, a small frown sitting on his lips like ...