** Paige’s POV **
When I get to Jaxon’s bedroom door, I just stand there for a second, preparing myself. I’m not sure what version of my sister I’m about to walk into. Will she be curled up in a ball and shaking, angry, or pretending she’s fine?
“Poppy, can I come in?” I say softly to the door.
“Yeah,” she responds immediately. That's a good sign at least.
I nudge the door open with my shoulder.
Poppy is perched on the edge of Jaxon’s bed. She’s clean and wearing clothes I don’t recognise; she must’ve been given some at the healer’s cabin. She looks both too young and far too grown up at the same time. Her eyes meet mine, wide and tired, but calm.
“Hey,” I smile gently before nudging the door shut behind me. “I brought coffee.”
Her gaze drops to the cups in my hands, and a flicker o
