Sienna

My phone buzzed nonstop.

Jaxon.

Again.

And again.

I sat on my bed, knees pulled to my chest, trying not to cry again. I hated how much power he had over my mood. I hated that stupid picture. I hated that I kept seeing his smile in it like he belonged somewhere else. With someone else.

But most of all… I hated that he had no idea why I was acting this way.

Another message came in.

Jaxon: Please, Sie. At least tell me you’re okay.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and didn’t reply. I couldn’t. Not when my emotions were this raw.

A moment later, my...