ZOE’S POV
The city lights sped past but I couldn’t see them clearly, not through the tears threatening to fall, not with the ache sitting heavy in my chest.
I was quiet. Still. Hollow.
Owen was beside me, driving with one hand on the wheel. He was occasionally glancing over with concern. I could sense him watching me.
Finally, he said something. “Zoe... are you okay?”
I didn't respond right away. My voice cracked when I did.
“I’m just trying not to cry.” I said quietly. Still looking out the window.
Owen didn’t push. He just waited, like he always did, quietly giving me the space to say more if I needed to.
And I did.
“When Jamie ran to me, calling me Mummy.” I shook my head,my breath unsteady. “God, Owen. I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to take him with me. Right then. Just… w
