Sienna
The next evening felt slow and easy — the kind of night that hummed softly with laughter and warmth. Mom and Dad were on the couch, wine glasses in hand, teasing each other over an old family story. I was sitting cross-legged beside them, while Jaxon leaned against the armrest, phone in hand but only half paying attention.
It felt normal. Comfortable. Like the trip, the drama, the close calls — all of it had been a dream.
Then my phone buzzed.
The soft ping cut through the chatter. My screen lit up beside me, and before I could even reach for it, I caught Jaxon’s eyes flick toward the light. Just one glance — that’s all it took.
His jaw tightened.
I blinked, confused at first — until I saw the name.
Ezra: Had fun hanging today. You’re easy to talk to.
My stomach flipped.
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