Sienna

The next morning came quietly.

No shouting.

No slammed doors.

Just the faint sound of Lena moving around the kitchen and the smell of toast drifting up the hallway.

It felt strange… waking up in this house again.

Strange, but not painful.

Just unfamiliar, like putting on a shirt you used to love but haven’t worn in a long time.

I got dressed slowly, brushed my hair twice just to feel like I had control over something, then stepped out into the hallway. Jaxon was already ...