Sienna
When I finally opened my eyes, the light spilling through the curtains felt too bright. My head ached — not from sleep, but from everything that happened the night before. My chest still felt heavy, like the weight of it hadn’t fully left.
The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the AC. I turned slowly and saw Jaxon sitting by the desk, laptop open, phone beside him, eyes fixed on the screen. His hair was still messy, and the towel around his waist showed he’d just come from the shower.
He looked calm — but focused.
“What are you doing?” I asked softly, my voice still hoarse.
He looked up immediately, eyes softening when he saw I was awake. “Hey. You should rest more.”
“I can’t,” I murmured, sitting up slowly. “I’ve been replaying everything.”
He stood and came to sit b
