Isla’s POV
Three days, that’s how long I stayed gone. No calls, no messages, no explanations, just silence.
Not because I didn’t care, but because I cared too much. And because everything I learned felt too heavy to bring back into the same space where I was supposed to breathe, laugh, love… live.
So I ran, not physically far, but far enough. A quiet hotel, no name attached, cash payment, curtains always drawn. Just me and the truth, and for three days, I let it settle.
Let it hurt, let it strip everything away until all that was left was what mattered. Zayne.
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The moment I turn my phone back on, it vibrates nonstop like it’s been waiting for me. Message after message flooding in. Missed calls stacked on top of each other. Notifications that don’t stop.
My chest tightens as I star
