Sara’s POV
The weight of the truth still pressed on me, but being with Zack—knowing we were in this together—made it bearable.
I watched him for a while, taking in the way his chest rose and fell, the way his arm instinctively tightened around me even in his sleep. He had been through so much, and now, with the truth about Richard hanging between us, there was no telling what would happen next. But last night had reminded me of why I loved him—why we were worth fighting for.
Zack stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open as he blinked in the soft morning light. His gaze met mine, and for a moment, everything was still. Then, his hand reached up, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face.
“Hey,” he said softly, his voice still heavy with sleep.
“Hey,” I whispered back, my fingers
