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....