ZOE'S POV
Morning light came in through the curtains. I sat on the couch holding a mug of cold coffee that I hadn’t sipped in minutes. A heavy feeling in my chest.
The conversation we had with Jamie last night kept replaying in my mind.
“Why can’t we just live together? All three of us?”
He said it like it was nothing. And maybe it was for a child his age. He just wanted his parents. He didn’t understand complexities. Emotions. History. Regret.
He didn’t understand that love or the absence of it—wasn’t something you could fake for long.
I sighed and rubbed my head. That question had stuck with me and I hadn’t been able to sleep. Austin and I had looked at each other stunned and guilt-ridden. Jamie had looked between us like he was asking for something easy but it felt like he was as
