Meghan
The car was silent except for the faint hum of the engine, which I hadn’t yet turned off. My forehead rested against the steering wheel, the cool leather grounding me as my thoughts swirled in every direction. The fluorescent lights of the hospital parking lot cast a harsh glow, highlighting the emptiness around me. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, but it did nothing to ease the tightness in my chest.
Why did I give him my number?
Zion Richmond. His name lingered in my mind like a haunting melody I couldn’t shake. I replayed our brief encounter in the hallway—his striking blue eyes locking onto mine, the way his voice wrapped around me like silk when he introduced himself.
“Zion Richmond,” he had said, his tone low and confident.
I had stood frozen, staring at him like I’d fo
