Zachary’s POV
“You shouldn’t be here,” I say the moment I open the door, my voice sharp with annoyance.
“Please, Zach… just let me in,” she pleads, already pushing her way inside before I can stop her. I let her. She paces the living room like a trapped animal, her hands trembling, her eyes darting everywhere but at me.
I scoff. “If you came here to make another excuse—save it.”
“I know I might be the worst mother alive,” she blurts out, desperation thick in her tone. “But everything I did, Zachary—everything—was for us. So we could have a better future.”
My jaw tightens. “If that’s all you came here to say, I don’t want to hear it. You can leave now.”
She scoffs and steps closer. “Look at me.”
When she grabs my hand, I yank it away so fast she stumbles and falls to the floor. For a
