Isla held the door open as Alex helped her wheel Jaxon into the house. He sat quietly in the chair, his expression unreadable.

“Thanks so much, Alex. I’ve got it from here,” Isla said, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she took hold of the wheelchair.

Alex gave a small nod and stepped back, letting her take over.

“You should head home now, Alex. We’ll talk later,” Jaxon said, turning his head to look at him.

Alex offered a faint smile. “Take ...