My heart skips when I hear the voice on the phone. It’s a voice I haven’t heard in months. One I’ve tried so hard to erase from my life. The smooth, confident tone that used to make me melt now makes my stomach turn.
“Zane,” I say. I don’t need to ask. I’d know his voice anywhere.
“How did you get this number?”
The emptiness I felt all morning vanishes. In its place, a rush of heat rises in my chest. Anger. Sharp and sudden. I thought I’d buried all this. I thought I was done hurting over him. But now he’s back, tearing it open again with just his voice.
“That’s not important,” he says. Like this is just a normal call. Like he didn’t wreck everything. “I need to see you, Aria. We need to talk.”
“It’s Nora now,” I snap. “And no, we don’t. You said everything when you signed the divorce
