ZAYN'S POV
The gym was my last resort.
I had tried everything else—reading, pacing, listening to some music, staring at the damn ceiling—but nothing worked.
I wasn't really working out though—just trying to distract myself from the chaos stewing in my head. I picked up a dumbbell and tested its weight in my hand.
It was light and easy, but my arms felt heavy and my movements were sluggish. My mind refused to stay in the present. It kept dragging me back to that moment.
Mr. James's words kept replaying in my head like a broken record and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about them.
‘Three days,’ a voice whispered in my head.
I dropped the dumbbell I'd been holding and it hit the floor with a loud thud, but I didn't care. My breathing was ragged, and my upper bo
