RAINE’S POV
I wasn’t sure if Cyril or Zayne ended up having dinner. I stayed in my room the whole night, lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling like it had all the answers I needed.
My chest felt heavy, and my head wouldn’t stop spinning. Too many thoughts. Too many feelings, all jumbled up in my mind.
The next morning, I packed my bag and carried it downstairs. Zayne was on the couch, eating an apple and flipping through channels like everything was normal.
“Are you in a hurry to leave or what?” He asked.
I shrugged. “Figured I’d be packed for whenever Cyril’s ready.”
He nodded like he understood. Then, out of nowhere, he said, “I’m sorry about last night.”
That made me stop. I raised a brow, and for a second, I didn’t know what to say. I just stared at him, frozen in my t
