ZOE'S POV
“What’s that?” Austin asked, voice low but pointed.
I froze.
He saw. Or he suspects.
I forced another smile. “Just… the pillow was lumpy. I was adjusting it.”
He paused and looked at me intensely.
Then he gently moved hair from my face. “I want you to feel safe Zoe. I'm here. Jamie’s here. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”
I nodded.
But as his hand stayed longer, his touch was more than just comforting—it was also possessive.
“I brought you some tea. It will help you sleep.” He said softly.
“Thank you” I whispered. My heart was still racing but I forced a calm breath.
He was kind. Reassuring. His voice was so warm. I wanted to believe him. Maybe I should.
But I kept thinking about that night at the hospital.
The way Chloe stood at the door, the look in her eye
