-Zayn-
As I parked the car in the driveway, I felt a whirlwind of emotions stirring within me. Watching Lizzie become enveloped in the small, warm world of our home gave me a sense of purpose, though my heart weighed heavily knowing that, despite the physical healing, her mental state was still fragile. She was looking better than she had in days—the bruise around her eye was fading, but it was still a stark reminder of what she had gone through. Each time I noticed it, a pang of sadness gripped me, and I could see how it lingered in her eyes. They were still filled with doubts and insecurities, which made her withdraw from my every attempt to connect with her, and that hurt more than I cared to admit.
"Zayn, I'll unpack the bags!" she declared with an enthusiasm that always made me smil
