Sara’s POV
The soft rise and fall of Zack’s breathing next to me was the only sound in the room. I lay there, listening to it, my head resting on his chest. His warmth was a comfort I hadn’t realized I needed until now. My mind should have been racing with thoughts of Jude, Richard, and the twisted truth we had uncovered, but right now, I was exhausted—emotionally and physically. The fight had drained me.
Zack stirred beside me, his hand gently running up and down my arm in soothing strokes. “You okay?” he asked quietly, his voice rough from sleep.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “There’s just so much… but being here with you, it helps. It makes it easier to breathe.”
He kissed the top of my head, his lips lingering for a moment. “We’ll figure it out, Sara. Whatever comes next, we
