Zoey’s POV
“You need someone appropriate”
Something about that day felt off, I noticed the moment I got into the car.
Usually, there’s a rhythm between us now even when we didn’t talk it didn’t feel heavy. But this time the silence sat differently, it pressed in like something waiting to happen.
Christian was already inside when I entered, his attention stayed on his phone, his expression focused in that familiar way of his, no greeting, no glance in my direction.
I settled into my seat, adjusting my dress as I sat down. The car started moving, minutes passed and he still didn’t speak.
I found myself looking out the window, watching the city pass by, but my attention kept drifting back to him, there was a distance in him that hadn’t been there the past few days.
Finally, he said,
