Sienna
The soft knock woke me.
It wasn’t loud — just a small, careful tap that echoed faintly through the quiet room.
For a moment, I didn’t even move. My body still felt heavy from sleep, the sheets warm, the light outside a soft gold. Jaxon stirred beside me, stretching before realizing something had made the sound.
We exchanged a look. Neither of us spoke.
He pushed himself up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Room service?”
“It’s too early,” I whispered.
He swung his legs over the bed, his bare feet touching the carpet. The knock didn’t come again, but the silence that followed felt heavier than before — like the air itself was holding its breath.
When Jaxon opened the door, there was no one there. Just a small, plain envelope lying on the floor, and a tiny black USB drive
