Brandon's POV
I didn't sleep. Not that I didn't want to. But I just couldn't.
Not even a wink
I lay in bed with my eyes closed, but my mind refused to shut down—running laps, replaying every second from the night before like a broken record. Casey's lips. Zoe's eyes. The way everything had shattered in a single moment I couldn't take back. I wondered what I should have done better. Why didn't Zoe give me a chance to explain, and most of all? How long does she plan on staying in Seth's room?
By the time the sun even thought about rising, I was already out of bed.
There was only one thing I knew for certain—I had to fix this. Whichever way I can. It didn't matter how bad things looked for me, but for Zoe, it could get worse. I still felt the urge to look out for her.
And the first step was Garrett.
The drive to his house felt longer than it should have. Maybe because my mind was louder than the engine. Maybe because for once, I didn't have a plan—I just had urgency.
