** Paige’s POV **

When I get to Jaxon’s bedroom door, I just stand there for a second, preparing myself. I’m not sure what version of my sister I’m about to walk into. Will she be curled up in a ball and shaking, angry, or pretending she’s fine?

“Poppy, can I come in?” I say softly to the door.

“Yeah,” she responds immediately. That's a good sign at least.

I nudge the door open with my shoulder.

Poppy is perched on the edge of Jaxon’s bed. She’s clean and wearing clothes I ...