CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT : Empty Flat
~Zella's POV~
I woke up with one clear thought.
*Keep the promise.*
That was it. Simple. I had made myself a deal last night and I was going to keep it. New chapter. Professional. Brynn's friendship intact. No more rooms in the dark.
I got dressed. Went downstairs.
He was at the counter.
Of course he was.
Coffee made, phone in his hand, grey shirt, the specific morning version of him that I had apparently memorized without meaning to. He looked up when I came in.
My body did the thing.
I walked straight to the coffee maker.
*Strong,* I told myself. *You're stronger than your nervous system.*
"Morning," he said.
"Morning." I poured coffee. Added sugar I didn't want. Kept my eyes on the mug.
He said nothing else. I said nothing else. The kitche
