CHLOE'S POV
I saw it the second our eyes met.
The way Zoe looked at me — like I was a flicker of something she couldn’t place. No recognition. Just... confusion. Like I was a stranger.
And that’s when my heart dropped.
She didn’t know me.
It all started earlier today, when I left the mansion. I was barely halfway down the street, still reeling from what I’d just done — from telling Zoe the truth about Austin and watching her fly out the door like her life depended on it — when I saw him.
Austin.
His car sped past the cab I was in, tires screeching around the corner like a man possessed. I turned my head, instinct tightening in my gut. Something had happened. Something bad.
I told the driver to follow him.
I didn’t know where we were going — not until I saw the hospital. Panic sti
