Garrett's POV
What am I doing? That thought sat heavily in my chest during the entire drive to the bar, suffocating and pressing against my ribs, as if it wanted to break free. The engine hummed steadily beneath me, familiar and calming, but my mind was anything but. It was chaos—loud, relentless, and unforgiving.
Every red light felt like a question. Every turn felt like a choice I wasn't ready to make. And yet, I kept driving. Because it was Zoe. I could never say no to her. No matter how tangled everything had become, no matter how deep I had buried myself in things I shouldn't be involved in, if she called, I would always come. And that had always been my problem.
