Zain POV
The house is quiet now. Scarlet’s gone to bed, slipping away with soft goodnights that didn’t hide how drained she was.
I sit at the kitchen table, staring at her phone lying next to my coffee mug.
There's no new messages, no missed calls. Nothing at all from April.
My jaw clenches so hard it aches. I grab the phone and check again, like maybe I missed something, but it’s the same. Empty.
Liam leans against the counter behind me, tossing a ball of foil he found somewhere, trying to distract me like I’m a restless kid about to throw a tantrum.
“You need to let it go,” he says, voice light, and coaxing.
I don’t answer. I’m too far down the spiral.
After a minute, Liam sighs and pushes off the counter. “What did you do?” he asks, half-joking, half-wary.
I laugh quietly, but
