Sienna
The morning air felt lighter than the kitchen had, but my chest was still tight with laughter I couldn’t let out. I was grinning without meaning to, and of course Dad noticed the second I reached him at the car.
“Why are you smiling like that?” he asked, eyebrows lifted as he took the bag from me. “Something funny in there?”
I swallowed the giggle threatening to burst out and shook my head. “Nope. Just… happy it’s revision week at school.”
“Uh-huh.” He didn’t buy it, not fully. Dad had that way of studying me, like he could see straight through excuses. His lips twitched, but he didn’t press. Instead, he adjusted his tie in the car window and reached into his wallet.
“Here,” he said, slipping a few bills into my hand. “That’s for you. And give some to Jaxon too, don’t keep it a
