We now stand just outside their house, hesitant and filled with an uneasy sensation that churns in my stomach. My heart races with palpable anxiety—an inexplicable unease clings to me as if the very air around us is thick with unspoken tension. The weight of this moment bears down heavily, making me acutely aware of every sound and movement. A mixture of fear and anticipation courses through me as I gather my thoughts, replaying the day’s events in my mind, struggling to make sense of the emotions swirling inside me.
Just as I’m drowning in my thoughts, the front door swings open with a creak, and Zion appears, his presence a stark contrast to the storm brewing within me. He looks relieved yet a touch apprehensive, and before I can organize my rambling thoughts, a shocking reality strikes
