Keifer POV
The living room was unusually calm.
Jay-Jay and Ci-N were knocked out on the couch like two phones at 1% battery—one head tilted back, the other half-hanging off the armrest. I was sure Jay-Jay would deny sleeping later, but the soft snore said otherwise.
Sienna and I sat on the floor with our project spread out—papers, laptop, pens everywhere.
"At least they're finally quiet," Sienna whispered.
I chuckled. "That won't last tomorrow."
We worked, talked, corrected each other, then somehow drifted into random conversations—school, teachers, stupid rumors, funny memories. Sienna laughed easily, the kind that made the room feel warmer.
Time passed without us noticing.
At some point, she yawned.
Then I yawned.
I leaned back on the couch, meaning to rest for just a second.
Just a second.
The last thing I remember was thinking how strangely peaceful the night felt.