Sara’s POV
Zack shifted slightly beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight. I could feel the tension in the silence, the kind of quiet that comes with unspoken words and unfinished conversations. The kind that carries the weight of everything we’ve been through.
"Are you okay?" His voice was soft, careful, as if he were afraid of breaking the fragile peace between us.
I didn’t answer right away. I wasn’t sure what to say, or even if I knew the answer. Okay wasn’t exactly a word that fit right now. "I don’t know," I finally whispered, still facing away. "I want to be."
Zack didn’t respond immediately, but I could sense him shifting again, his hand resting briefly on the space between us, close but not touching. "We’ll get there," he said, though there was an uncertainty in his to
