Amara’s POV
The next morning, I found myself riding to school with Jaxon. It wasn’t planned; it just sort of happened. Ryder had left early for something, and Caden was nowhere to be found, leaving Jaxon waiting in the driveway, casually leaning against his car.
“Guess it’s just us today,” he had said with that signature grin of his. And I didn’t argue.
The ride was surprisingly sweet. Jaxon, who was usually full of teasing remarks, seemed different today—more thoughtful, more present. We talked about everything and nothing, laughing at stupid jokes and sharing little moments of calm.
“You know,” he said as we pulled into the school parking lot, “I don’t think I’ve had a ride this peaceful in months. Usually, Ryder’s barking orders, or Caden’s too lost in his brooding silence to sa
