Zayne’s POV
I can’t focus.
Been pretending to scroll through my phone for the past ten minutes, but my thumb’s moving on autopilot. I’m not seeing a damn thing on the screen. My head’s too full of voices that aren’t mine.
Sienna’s voice. Isla’s voice.
I catch Silas’s name again.
The kitchen smells like toast and fried eggs. But then Sienna walks in, she’s quieter than usual.
She sets a plate down on the counter, then eyes me carefully. “You’ve been standing there for fifteen minutes, staring at nothing.”
I grunt. “Thinking.”
“Thinking?” she echoes, eyebrows raised. “You? That’s a first.”
I roll my eyes, but she’s not done.
“I talked to Isla,” she says casually, except her tone isn’t casual at all. “She dated silas, infact they were still dating until yesterday, he’s been calling
