Sienna

My hands were still shaking long after the last message faded off my screen. The little smiley face felt like it was staring right into me, laughing softly, like it knew exactly how fast my heart was beating. I tried breathing, but it felt like I was only swallowing air instead of taking it in.

I stood up slowly and forced myself to get dressed. I moved like someone underwater — heavy, slow, and trying not to think too hard because thinking hurt more than anything.

I kept replaying Jaxon’s whisper in my head:

“Sienna… don’t come yet.”

Don’t come yet?

To the lake house?

To him?

Was he...