Sara’s POV
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Zack stood in the doorway, his eyes red and tired, his face etched with regret. I immediately tensed, my walls shooting back up.
“Sara, I’m sorry,” he began, his voice hoarse. “I couldn’t just walk away. I needed to think, but not without you.”
I crossed my arms, my expression guarded. “What do you want, Zack? An apology isn’t going to fix this.”
He stepped closer, his eyes pleading. “I don’t expect it to. I just… I need you to know that I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry I left. I was overwhelmed, but that doesn’t excuse anything. I love you, Sara, and I want to help you through this. Even if it means facing the truth about my father.”
I looked at him, searching his face for sincerity. The love was still there,
