Azaria stood by the window, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she stared out at the city below. The skyline was painted in shades of grey, the clouds heavy with the promise of rain. It matched the turmoil inside her perfectly.
Her phone buzzed on the table behind her, its persistent vibration a reminder of the message she had ignored earlier. She didn’t need to look to know who it was. Zack had been calling for days, his messages growing more desperate with each passing hour. But she had nothing to say to him—nothing that would make a difference. He had made his choice long ago, and now he was living with the consequences.
But still, his voice echoed in her mind. The words from his last message haunted her, taunting her in the quiet moments when she was alone.
“I need to see yo
