Sienna

I couldn’t sleep.

I lay there on my bed, my phones beside me like two small, dangerous secrets. My room was dark, too quiet, and the silence made everything feel heavier. I kept staring at the screens, like they were waiting for me to break the deal.

To text him.

To call him.

To do something reckless.

Jaxon’s name sat in my head like a heartbeat I couldn’t silence.

But every time my hand moved toward the phone, I froze. My dad’s face would rush back into my mind—his voice, the disappointment, the warning underneath his tone.

Cut him off, Sienna. Completely. No calls. No messages. Nothing.

I rolled...