Sienna

Evening crept in slow, the golden light spilling across Mom’s living room, dust floating lazily in the air. Kendra stirred first, stretching with a groggy yawn. Caleb blinked awake beside her, smiling as if they hadn’t just slept half the day away. Ezra mumbled something about his neck hurting, still glued to his phone.

Jaxon checked the time, rubbing his eyes as he called for them all. “We should head out,” he said, voice low but firm. “It’s getting late, and I don’t want to risk Sienna’s dad coming back while we’re still here.”

The reminder hit like a jolt. Everyone started moving, gathering their things—phones, backpacks, wrappers from...