Sienna
The next day started quietly — or at least it was supposed to. Dad and Jaxon’s mum weren’t back yet.
I was in my room folding clothes when I heard loud knocks at the front door, followed by Jaxon’s voice calling, “I got it!”
A few seconds later came another, more familiar sound — Ezra’s.
“Yo! Hope you weren’t still sleeping, man!”
I froze halfway through folding a shirt. Ezra. Of course.
I sighed and shook my head, smiling faintly. Jaxon’s best friend had a habit of showing up whenever he felt like it — usually loud, sometimes annoying, always full of energy.
By the time I came out to grab a glass of water, the two of them were already in the living room, arguing over what game to play.
“You’re trash at this one,” Jaxon said, picking up a controller.
“Please,” Ezra shot bac
