ZOE
"Preston!" I screamed, storming into the living room like a hurricane made of heartbreak and fury. "Get your f*****g ass here now! We’re going to talk, now!"
I didn’t care who heard me—our parents, the neighbors, the goddamn mailman. My chest was heaving, a mess of anger and something far worse clawing at my insides.
Blake wouldn’t just leave me like this. He wouldn’t wreck me and walk away. Not without a reason. Preston knew what that reason was, and I wasn’t stopping until he f*****g told me.
I found him in the kitchen, pacing like a lunatic, yanking at his hair, muttering under his breath. His keys were on the counter, his jacket half on the chair. He looked wrecked—panicked, like he’d just blown up his own world.
“Zoe,” he said, his voice a mess of nerves. “I’m sorry. I’m s
