(Kendall)
I watched as Jaxon set his bag down by the couch, his eyes still scanning the windows even though we were inside with the curtains drawn. The tension in his shoulders hadn't relaxed since we got back from campus, and I could tell he was running on pure adrenaline and worry.
Zoe was looking between us with that concerned expression she got whenever she thought I was in over my head. Which, to be fair, I probably was.
"I need to call my parents," I said quietly. Both of them turned to look at me. "They need to know what's happening."
Jaxon nodded. "That's probably a good idea."
"Do you want us to give you some privacy?" Zoe asked.
I shook my head. "No, it's fine. You should probably hear this anyway."
I pulled out my phone and scrolled to Dad's contact first. My finger staye
