Sienna

Kendra slowed the car in front of my house, headlights brushing against the porch where Jaxon stood waiting. My heart sank at the sight of him. He looked tense — hands in his pockets, shoulders drawn tight — like he’d been standing there for a while.

I sighed. “Of course he’s here.”

Kendra glanced at me. “Guess he’s serious about explaining.”

Before I could even touch the handle, Jaxon was already moving toward us. He opened my door, his eyes soft but firm. “Please,” he said quietly, “don’t go in yet.”

I frowned. “Jaxon—”

But before I could protest, he took my hand gently and guided me back into...