Jessa

The house was quiet.

Not the tense quiet from earlier in the week when everything felt like it was falling apart.

Just… quiet.

Mom was working a late shift again. Jackson had come home from the game exhausted and disappeared into his room almost immediately. I’d heard him moving around for a while, then nothing.

Which meant he was probably asleep.

I lay on my back in bed, staring at the ceiling.

The glow from the streetlight outside my window painted soft orange ...