Zayne POV
I don’t remember the drive, the traffic, the turns. Not even how many times my phone buzzed in my pocket before I finally silenced it. All I know is, by the time I step into Isla’s apartment, my chest feels heavier than it did an hour ago.
Because I have more now. More memories, more pieces. And somehow…that makes everything worse.
The door is unlocked. I push it open slowly.
“Isla?” My voice is low, careful. Like I don’t want to startle her.
She’s in the living room, sitting on the couch. Phone still in her hand. But she’s not looking at it, she’s staring straight ahead. Like she’s been in the same position for a while, thinking. Or trying not to.
Something in my chest tightens. Because I know that look, I’ve worn it myself too many times.
“Hey,” I say.
She turns her hea
