After leaving the hospital, I filled Zephyr in on what Peyton had done.
Zephyr warned me that, knowing Peyton, he was bound to pull something even more outrageous. He had my photos and thought he could use them as leverage to force me into submission.
Rather than waiting for him to make a move, it was better to take the initiative.
So, I decided to meet Peyton on my own terms.
Peyton sat across from me, exuding arrogance. "Zoey, weren't you the one who kept turning me down? So why are you asking to meet now?"
He chewed on betel nut, his demeanor as nonchalant as a street thug. His greedy eyes scanned me devoid of respect, making my skin crawl.
Remembering the purpose of my visit, I swallowed my disgust. "You found my mom, so of course, we need to have a chat. Where did you get those
