Sienna
As soon as we got home, we had lunch arguing over who should eat the last slice of pizza we had ordered. After lunch, the house became unusually quiet. No voices, no footsteps, no clinking dishes from the kitchen. Just the faint hum of the AC and the rapid clicking of Jaxon’s game controller upstairs.
I sat curled on the couch, the TV flashing colors I wasn’t even watching. My fork from lunch still lay on the plate beside me, but I wasn’t hungry anymore. My mind had drifted somewhere else…somewhere I shouldn’t even go.
It happened weeks after our parents had married. I remembered it so vividly, like my brain refused to let me forget.
I had gone upstairs to ask Jaxon something…I don’t even remember what now. But when I pushed his door open, it wasn’t words that greeted me.
It wa
