{Rennon}
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I pulled into the driveway and cut the engine, letting the quiet hum fade into the still afternoon.
Lennon's black Ninja sat parked at an angle, its sleek body catching the fading sun. Typical of him. Always dramatic, even when standing still.
I stepped out of the car, the faint crunch of gravel under my shoes. Then, I locked it with a soft beep, and walked toward the house.
There was a soft breeze, the kind that tugged gently at the ends of my shirt sleeves and carried the scent of pine and home.
Inside, the hallway was quiet, just like I liked it.
Upstairs, I headed straight to my bedroom and took a quick shower, letting the warmth calm my muscles and clear my mind. Not from exhaustion, but from the look in Elira's eyes when she saw that yearbook.
The shower helped. Just enough to pull me out of my head and back into the present.
