Sienna
The front door opened with a burst of voices and bags rustling.
“Kids? We’re back!” Dad’s voice carried into the house.
I shot Jaxon a look—one of those we-just-almost-got-caught looks—and hurried to the couch. I curled up with a random book in my lap, pretending I’d been reading the whole time. Jaxon moved just as fast, slipping into a chair at the dining table with his notes open, head bent like he was deep in study.
A second later, Mom and Dad walked in, arms full of grocery bags and folders. They stopped in the doorway, blinking at the picture we made.
“Well, well, well,” Mom said, grinning wide. “Look at these two. Already in exam mode.”
Dad chuckled, dropping his briefcase. “On a Friday night too. Should I frame this moment?”
I forced a smile, flipping a page I hadn’t e
