Zeph's POV
My heart pricks with pain, f*****g fear, and anticipation as I reach the door. Each step feels heavier than the last, like I'm walking toward something that's going to change everything. Zayn stops beside me in the hallway, his face serious.
"I'm going to wait for you outside," he says quietly. "Take your time. Process whatever you need to process."
I nod, not trusting my voice to work properly. He walks away and I'm left standing alone in front of the door, my hand hovering over the handle. For a moment I consider turning around, walking away, pretending this never happened. But I can't. I need to see her. I need to know she's real.
I open the door slowly and step inside. The room is bathed in soft afternoon light from the window, and sitting on the edge of the bed is a gir
