Sienna
The silence in Kendra’s living room felt like a storm waiting to break.
We all sat there — four of us — pretending to be calm while our thoughts ran wild.
Kendra’s house was too quiet, the ticking clock on the wall far too loud.
I sat beside her, my palms cold against my knees. Jaxon sat across from me, shoulders tense, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. Caleb leaned back, arms crossed, his jaw tight, his patience wearing thin.
It was Kendra who finally broke the silence.
She took a deep breath and said softly, “Okay. Let’s just… talk about it.”
No one moved at first. Then Jaxon nodded.
“Yeah,” he said, voice low but steady. “We should.”
He shifted forward in his seat, rubbing his palms together — the way he always did when he was trying to find the right words.
“Wha
