Zoe's POV
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was sunlight spilling weakly across the ceiling. For a second, I thought it was one of those ordinary mornings — the kind where the world felt still and familiar.
But then my heart raced before my thoughts even caught up.
Last night came rushing back.
The faint voices. The glass breaking. The way I'd tiptoed back to the door and pressed my ear against it, trying to hear more but only catching fragments. Mr Ross voice — low and angry. Elizabeth's sharp whisper. Then… silence.
I'd crept back to bed, every muscle tight. I stayed awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, replaying every sound. What did I hear? What did it mean?
And when my mind refused to stop spinning, I remembered Brandon. His face when he pulled away from me. The way guilt shadowed his eyes before he turned and left.
