Zoe's POV
I didn't remember walking into Seth's room that night.
One second I was outside, the night air biting against my skin as tears blurred everything into streaks of light, and the next—I was here.
Safe.
Or at least… somewhere that wasn't there.
The door clicked shut behind me, and the sound echoed louder than it should have, like it sealed something final. Something irreversible.
I stood in the middle of the room, unmoving.
Breathing.
Barely.
My chest felt tight, like something heavy had been lodged right in the center of it. Every inhale scraped. Every exhale burned.
I saw it.
God.
I saw it.
There was no angle. No misunderstanding. No explanation waiting to make everything make sense.
Just—
Her lips on his. His body not pulling away. His hands not pushing her off. Just… that.
