- Zayn -
I lay back against the soft contours of the couch, the muted sounds of the city drifting through the open window. The spring air was fresh, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers that felt worlds away from the chaos swirling in my mind. My gaze drifted toward the bedroom, where Lizzie lay wrapped in our comforter, a vision of fragile peace. Fatso, her loyal little mutt, nestled close, snoring softly alongside her, creating a symphony of gentle sounds that tugged at my heart.
I couldn't shake the heaviness in my chest as I watched them. Their vulnerable state—a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing just outside our door—made every minute painfully. Lizzie still carried the scars from the accident with the chocolate, a haunting reminder of betrayal that had seeped into our l
