DAMIEN
I had barely kicked off my running shoes when I noticed Zinna’s car parked outside my place. My hand froze on the door, and I just stared.
Of all the days she could decide to show up unannounced… why today? My chest tightened... not with anger exactly, but with that mix of irritation and curiosity I always felt when it came to her.
She probably had that look in her eyes, the one I’d known since she was little, that said she came with fire.
I stepped inside, letting the door click softly behind me, and there she was. She was sitting on my couch like she owned the place, legs crossed, arms folded. Patient. Waiting. Always ready to start a war. Sometimes I swear this kid was born ready to take on the world headfirst.
“Hey, Zee,” I said, trying to sound casual. I was so tire
