Jaxon

The weekend felt wrong from the moment the call dropped.

One second Sienna was whispering something soft—

something that sounded like “I miss you.”

Then suddenly—

Her dad’s voice blasted through the speaker.

“Who are you talking to?”

Then the line went dead.

Just gone.

Cut clean.

Like scissors slicing through a wire.

I stared at my phone for a full minute after the disconnect screen flashed. My hand was frozen in place, thumb still hovering over the side of the ...