Meghan
I freeze in the doorway, staring at Zion as he stands there, his smile easy, his eyes full of something I can't quite place. His sharp black suit and dark red tie only make him look even more out of place in this already tense atmosphere, and the warm glow from the house’s interior casts a strange, almost ethereal light on him. I didn’t expect him to show up tonight, not like this, and the fact that he’s standing here feels like an unsettling omen, like the last piece of the puzzle I don’t want to see.
"Zion?" I say, my voice barely above a whisper, a mix of disbelief and confusion.
"Hello, Meghan," he says smoothly, his voice warm but with an edge of something else. “What a lovely home you have.” His words are almost too polished, too rehearsed, but they don’t make me feel at ea
