Sara’s POV
The silence between us was short-lived as Zack’s phone buzzed in his pocket, shattering the fragile calm. He glanced at the screen, his brow furrowing.
“It’s Jane,” he muttered before answering, his voice tense. “What’s going on?”
I watched as his expression darkened, his eyes narrowing. He leaned forward, his hand gripping the steering wheel tightly again.
“What do you mean? Now?” Zack’s voice sharpened, and I could tell whatever Jane was saying was serious. His jaw clenched, and he let out a slow breath. “I’ve been out of the loop for a few days. What’s Derick doing?”
A cold knot of dread twisted in my stomach. Derick was a name I hadn’t heard in weeks, and something about the way Zack’s body tensed told me this wasn’t good news.
“Of course he is,” Zack muttered bitterly
