Kaden POV
The house was too quiet.
No school bus at 7:15.
No Mom yelling about breakfast.
No Dad leaving for work with his coffee in a to-go cup.
Just me, Keira, and two weeks of suspension.
Mom left a note on the fridge: No leaving the property. No guests. Be smart.
Dad sent a text: Lawyer’s handling the board. Stay low.
Low.
Right.
Like keeping Keira out of my room for two weeks was low.
She came downstairs at 9 AM in sweats and one of my old hoodies.
It swallowed her.
She looked smaller like that.
Safer.
“You sleep?” I asked.
“Not really,” she said.
“You?”
“Same.”
We hadn’t talked since last night.
Too much had happened.
Too much was still happening.
Mom and Dad were in the kitchen, talking low.
Trying not to let us hear.
They failed.
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