Sienna 

The rest of the drive home felt like sitting inside a pressure cooker.

My dad kept glancing at me from the corner of his eye, like he was waiting for me to slip, waiting for a crack in my expression.

I stared out the window, replaying Kendra’s voice, the backyard scramble, Jaxon ducking down in his car.

My heart still hadn’t recovered.

When we pulled into the driveway, he turned off the engine but didn’t move.

“Where were you when I arrived?” he asked finally.

I blinked ...