ZOE’S POV
Jamie was finally asleep, his breaths were now slow and steady. His body began to relax.
I stood quietly, careful not to wake him, and walked toward the window. The curtains fluttered slightly from the air vent above. Austin’s house was beautiful, warm even—but no matter how well-decorated, it didn’t feel like home. Not to me. Not with everything that had happened under this roof. Not when I’d spent months watching Jamie being raised by someone else while I had to pretend everything was okay.
My arms wrapped around myself as I paced slowly, biting my bottom lip.
I couldn’t sleep here. Not in this house. Not tonight.
I reached for my phone from my bag and glanced at the time. It was late, but maybe… maybe Owen was still awake. I hesitated, before I finally typed.
Zoe: Hey,
