Sara’s POV
The next morning, Zack emerged from his room looking tired and distant. It was not until later yesterday I discovered there was an adjoining room. We had another day of scheduled outings, but the atmosphere between us had grown even colder. We went through the motions, posing for photos and engaging in superficial interactions, but the facade was becoming harder to maintain.
At one point, as we stood on a picturesque street corner, Zack turned to me with an intensity that caught me off guard. “Sara, we need to talk.”
I nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and relief. We found a quiet café and sat down, the photographer giving us some space for the first time.
Zack leaned forward, his expression serious. “I can’t keep doing this.”
I looked into his eyes, seeing the frustrat
