Zara’s POV
“You okay?”
“I’m standing in the apartment where my entire life exploded,” I said, and the words came out flatter than I meant them to. “Define okay.”
He winced, the expression small and genuine. “Fair. We can go somewhere else if you want. A hotel. My friend Jake’s place. I can call someone. You don’t have to be here if it’s..”
“No.” I set my bag down on the floor and forced myself further into the living room, past the couch, past the coffee table that still had the faint water ring from the night we’d argued about whether to get a cat.
“We’re already here. Running away from the furniture isn’t going to change anything that happened in this place.” I turned to face him fully, crossing my arms because I needed something to do with my hands. “But we need rules. Actual rul
